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TO 

E. L O'l. AE2E 

OF NOBLE AND KNIGHTLY LINEAGE 

MY FRIEND 

AND 

my work ' vision's friend 
Whose kindness has given the truth 

OF this book 

A FACE THROUGH WHICH 

TO SMILE UPON ITS 

FRIENDS. 



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For the help of others and the help of myself, 
these affirmations were written. 

They are visioned in the truth that in God we 
live and move and have cTur being; that we are born 
ni the image and likeness of the Father and Mother 
Infinite, who, nameless, declares, I AM. 

We, born of this Nameless One, and ourselves 
;ameless, can in the deep truth of our childhood say, 
i am; and, when we are in the consciousness of this 
■)eing-truth of us, we can, in the world of the num- 
ered and the named, radiate, transform and wis- 
'om, so that we live a full, harmonious, joyous, suc- 
essful life. 

Outwardly, in the quiet of tropical mountains and 

1 the din of tumultuous cities, these words have been 

/ritten. Inwardly, they have been written in the 

isioning of the truth, that Divine Love is the origin 

and end of each thing, each one; that in the finished 

work of that Divine Love the ways of God to man 

are justified. 

Beyond what they say is the truth of you, — the 
God-meant-you, — whose glory, nor eye has seen, nor 
ear heard, nor mind conceived, nor words said; yet 
the imperfect of these words may help you on the 
way home to yourself, in which being-home of you. 
God is the glory and the peace. 



Foreword 



Their help will be helped, if you read them aloud 
with your voice vibrant in earnestness; there being 
in the spoken word some power creative beyond what 
the silent thinking may realize. 

If you read them with mind eager for truth, with 
heart earnest for love, with soul athirst for its eternity, 
or with heart and with flesh crying out for the living 
God, you will read clear through them into the con- 
sciousness of your own beinghood, forgetting them as 
they pass in your light, as clouds are forgotten in 
the glory of the sun. 

It is not a book, consecutive, to be read through, 
passing from your thoughts, or but dimly abiding in 
your memory. It is a book for daily use, the one 
affirmation at a time, as your need may be, as your 
yearning may ask. 

If this book helps you some little way into the glory 
of you and the glory of God eternalizing together in 
the white blaze of Being, its printing will have been 
more than worth while. 

When you are in the consciousness of the truth, 
that the beauty of you and the Beauty of God, rap- 
turing together, make the Beauty of the Everlasting 
Holiness, you will, then, as inevitably as the musical 
heart of a mocking bird sings, transform this outer 
of you and your life, until it shine in that Beauty 
of Holiness, even as what time He was transfigured, 
shone the dust-stained garment of the Christ in a 
brightness above the brightness of noons. 



CONTENTS 

I Am 3 

I Am Joy 6 

I Am Love 10 

I Am Truth 13 

I Am Wisdom 16 

I Am Peace 19 

I Am Power 23 

I Am Mercy 25 

I Am Neighborliness 28 

I Am Soul 32 

I Am Death? 35 

I Am Form 39 

I Am All . . 43 

I Am Of Use 47 

I Am Righteousness 51 

I Am Eternal 54 

I Am a Free Soul 57 

I Am the Perfect 61 

I Am Light 64 

I Am Enough 67 

I Am at Play 70 

I Am Begotten of Love 74 

We Are One 77 

You Are 80 

I Am Riches 82 

I Am Centered in Love 85 



Contents 



I Am Centered in Justice .... 89 

I Am Hearing . . . . . . . 93 

In the Innermost 97 

The Center 99 

Life Itself 101 

Sleep, a Mother-Bosom 102 

Love's Own Child 104 

The Everlasting Motherhood . . . .105 

Our Mother 107 

I Am no 




I AM 



I AM 




EING beyond which there is naught. 
I What wing-beat sought the beyond 
must eternally fly the winds which 
are but the breathings of Being. 

It is all there is. Each seeming 
other-thing is but the Breath of Being 
breathing the blessings of its Eternal 
Life. 

Not was, but AM. There is no past with God. 
Not will be, but AM. 

There is no future with God. It is NOW. 
There is no then. Eternity IS. Time is an illusion. 
The senses serpent man through dust. A mirage 
this; for there is no dust, but only the glory of the 
eternal Life, the shining splendor of being. 
There are no senses. There is only Soul. 
There is no matter. There is only Mind. 
There is no body. There is only Being. 
Light is. It shines — the Light of Being. 
Let it torch you as you search for your sin, and 
for such shadow it is a vain search. 

Let it be your electric light as you search for your 
sickness, and that gloom you can never find. 

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I Am 

Let it be your sun as you search for death, cind 
mortality will be swallowed up of life, as night 
shadows by the light of dawn. 

Within you is the I AM, the Infinite, Eternal One 
Being. 

Because of this, you are. 

Because of this, you may so attune unto and blend 
with the Infinite Being as to be able to say, in sincerity 
and in truth, for yourself, I Am. 

In the realization of the I AM, all dark problems 
are solved in light as nights are dissolved in days. 

This is to "obtain joy and gladness, and sorrow 
and sighing shall flee away." 

This is to love in truth. This is to truth in love. 
And so wisdom becomes your native more than song 
the native of the sparrow's throat. 

This is to live the divine and eternal life. This is 
the Heaven which, out of you as a center, smiles its 
infinite bhsses, loves its everlasting loves, shines its 
truths eternal. 

So, then, in the face of every discord, with confid- 
ence never wavering, declare this truth. I am, and the 
Chord of Being will sing so divinely that inharmony 
ceases in its song. 

So health chants out sickness. 

So holiness psalms out sin. 

So life chorals out death. 

So heaven sings itself tiirough the earth until it is 
a new earth, a very phrase of joy breathing from the 
Eternal WORD of the Divine Being. 

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I Am 

I AM. says God. 

I Am, answers the soul. 

WE ARE, together they sing; and this is the song 
unto which the morning stars shone, while all the sons 
of God shouted for joy. 

This is the glory which the Son had with the 
Father before worlds were; and the Son is the whole 
of Humanity, even unto the least of these. His 
brethren, even unto me. 

I Am! 




AM JOY 




HERE is nothing but joy. 
Sorrow is but some joy out of tune, 
fretting the strings of life. 

Some awkward, unmusical hand, 
instead of working in metals or soils, 
attempts the strings, making discord 
disturb singing winds. Or some viol, 
attuning, makes noises, mistaken for song, distressing 
the ears. 

Joy lit the sun from its smile, and rounded the 
earth with the breath of a song. 
Joy chants the rivers and seas. 
Joy wings in the birds and walks in the beasts. 
Joy m.editates in the seeds, and with its eloquence 
sweetens the winds with blossom and fruit. 

Joy goes inward with love and comes out in the 
smile of a face that blesses the bosom of a woman and 
gladdens the heart of a man. 
There is nothing but joy. 

Each deed of creation blesses the doer and the 
blessing prolongs in the done. 

Blessings are blisses from the blythe heart of God 
as Fie sings the Song of Himself, and comrades His 
Universe create through eternities of His own holy 

Joy. 
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I Am Joy 



When joy enters into my work, it is great with the 
greatness of God. 

\X^hen the deed outshines from my joy, the deed is 
diviner, adding beauty to God and beauty to me. 

That picture is great by grace of the joy of the 
artist. 

It is the joy of the inventor thinking there in 
machines. 

The joy of the teacher works on in the taught, 
kindling desires and deeds without end. 

The joy of the mother hallows the child, and 
makes the highways of duty the blythe ways of charm. 

There is nothing but joy; and I am joy singing the 
song of the days, chanting the anthem of years. 

I am the joy of the grass, else why does its green 
so gladden in me? 

I am the joy of Christ's sparrow, for I am singing 
it now with the heart of a child. 

I am the joy of my horse, for together we ride and 
together are glad. 

I am the joy of this child, as together we play into 
the kingdom of God. 

I am the joy of this mother, as I through her adore 
into the Motherhood forever Divine. 

I am the joy of the Christ. His Spirit breathes 
bliss in my soul. 

Within my innermost, God is alive, is asmile. 

It seems she is Mother, and sings, and I am the 
song and the babe that hearkens in joy. 

I am Her child and creation is lullaby. She sings 

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unlo me with voice of the varying charm which en- 
chants, as I play in my Universe Home and rest on 
Her bosom of earth. 

Sorrow is homesickness, and shows in its ache that 
joy is my home. 

Pain is an aHen, but joy, my true native land. 

So I refuse pain, but not in a war, not in blow 
aching for blow and defeating so the refusal. 

I refuse pain as sunlight refuses the shadows by 
just shining on and on, and so the shadows are not. 

Than sorrow's sigh, I sing sweeter, and the sob 
grows a song. 

When singing I hunt sorrow, the frown of the face 
shines out in a smile, I but sun-rayed Apollo vainly 
hunting the night whom my eyes of bright light can 
never behold. 

I claim what I am, and my own enriches in me and 
gives the grace of itself to the world. 

I claim from all skies, joy, and their beauty shines 
down in my heart. 

I claim from all seas, joy, and their grandeur glad- 
dens my soul. 

I claim from all mountains, joy, and their vastness 
vanishes in friendliness, as I stature to them. 

I claim from all lives, joy, and they live unto me 
in a smile which ensouls all summers and dawns. 

I claim from the Christ, His joy, and I know what 
apostles have felt, what saints have adored. 

I claim from the Beings of beings. His bliss, and 

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there's a glow in my heart like a sunrise after the 
night. 

By right of joy I own all things and all lives. 

By the might of joy on all things I smile and all 
lives I bless. 

By the right of joy, God is my very own. 

By the might of joy God, even through me, gives 
unto all the grace of His great smile like a Spring 
kissing winter away. 

Joy! That is God; that is me. 

God is the Infinite Joy, and I just a smile from 
His face, a song from His heart. 

I am joy, and through me in countless gladdnesses 
His bliss of being eternal fulfills, while each smile 
in my heart, on my face, gives His benediction of 
grace, mercy and peace without end. 





1 AM LOVE 

AM what I love — ^beauty, if the rose 
enchants — truth, if the faith fuhiess 
of steel fascinates — honor, if high 
fidehties move me as strains of divin- 
est music — life, if to me all lives are 
holy and I give them joyously, un- 
impeded, the goodspeed of their jour- 
ney — a child, if children are to me as the very 
laughter of my soul — man, if men capture my admira- 
tion and their noble fellowship has for me its perennial 
charm — women, if the gentleness of mothers and the 
holiness of wives lake captive my heart in their own 
truth and tenderness, as the iris captures the purple 
of the sun in its own royalty — Christ, if the beauty 
of Galilee is to me the Beauty of humanity — God, if 
the joy of my being is in That One who is the Soul 
of the Universe, the Life of all lives, the Love of all 
loves, the Being of all beings. 

Love creates me in the image and likeness of my 
ardors. 

What 1 want to be, that I must love with unfailing 
devotion, and some high day, the beauty of it will 
surprise me in the mirroring brook of my life. 

Everything unto which my heart goes out in ten- 
derness comes over the shining ways of my love to 
fellowship me into what I am becoming. 
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I Am Love 



I am plate and camera, and my love the light 
photographing in my soul everything upon which it 
shines. 

I am becoming a part of all that which I love. 

All that which I love is becoming a part of me. 

This is the creation which is now achieving me. 

By this grace I am ensouling all that I love in the 
heavens of myself. 

Therefore, I am love — love, the spirit and substance 
of me — love, the thought and life of me — love, the 
body and being of me. 

In love I live, move and have my being. 

I am love and there is nothing else. 

The substance of the universe is Love. 

Love is the inmost of creation. 

Love is the soul of each atom. 

Love is the soul of the air, and in each breath I 
breathe but love. 

There is nothing but love, and what seems other 
is some lack of full welcome to the Divine Reality. 

Therefore, I am Love: for love fashioned me and 
keeps my sun of being ashine within me. 

Love loves through me and I have no life but the 
life of love. 

Love loves in me. 

Love lives in me. 

Love beings in me. 

All this dwelling together in unity, which is the 
reality of me, is the magic grace of Love, ceasing 
never for a breath, pausing never for a pulse thrill. 

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Am Love 



I am a psalm of Love's Soul, never dying away 
into silence, never discording with any hate, never 
blanking in any voiceless and beingless world. 

Therefore, my whole business is to love and take 
no thought of anxious care beyond loving. 

My whole being is love. 

There is nothing but just Love. There is nothing 
for me but just being what I am. 

I am Love. 

Love is Endless Being. 




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1 AM TRUTH 

RUTH is the great peace. 
To know with some fmaHty is the 
great freedom. 

In truth is the divine hberty, and 
bondages pass like shadows in suns 
when Truth is abroad in the soui. 
Where no uncertainty is, how 
blessed. 

Where falsehoods fickle us not with their distresses 
and heartaches, how serene and final that which is. 
No mock more. No desolating darkness more. 
No death more; but just the shine of truth's light 
forever in the heavens of our being. 
Truth can report itself but to the true. 
The sun is not true, except to some truth in me. 
My eye and it must together sing the hymn of the light. 
The earth is not true, except to some truth in me. 
Save as its fidelity and my fidelity fellowship, there 
is no fulness of sane and serene Hfe. 

Astronomy is not in the truth of the stars alone, 
but is in the truth of the stars and the truth of men. 

The chemic truth and the human truth complete 
each other. 

The Divine Truth and the Human Truth oib plan- 
ets, and pace the suns and stars through universes of 
life. 

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Am Taiih 



God's truth and my truth perfect my soul, and 
leave the Being of God without a blank. 

I am trueing myself to the truth that lies without 
me, and this is knowledge and the expansion of the 
intellect. 

I am trueing my conscious being to the transcendent 
truth within me, and this is growth which lays hold 
of the eternal life. 

I am truth, and living is but my growing conscious 
of myself. 

With what torch of truth I discover the universe 
I discover myself. 

I can not go beyond what I am. 

The universe can not speak but in my own language. 

Only as it is native to me are its meanings wis- 
dom and power within me. 

What truth I am, that truth is God to me. 

The air is limitless, but that only is the bird's which 
it can fly and breathe and sing. 

God is infinite. To His being there are no boun- 
daries. 

But what of Him the truth of me adores, and serves, 
and hymns is all of Him I know and all of Him I 
live and all of Him I being. 

Except I am truth, I am nothing; for in a universe 
of truth there can be no lie. 

The false is some misunderstanding of myself, 
some mal-expression of myself. 

Some self-ignorance gets between me and the light 
of truth, and that casts a shadow. 

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Am Truth 



Shadows are not for abiding, but for that swift, 
sure journey which ever, if it travels far enough, 
must arrive at the hght which casts the shadow. 

In my inmost, I am truth — the very Truth of God. 

To discover myself and live myself is the reason 
for me. 

I will ever declare myself, my ideal, real self, and 
to the reality of that declaration stature. 

I am Truth, and the whole of my life bends its 
energies, loves its loves, sweetens its services, rejoices 
its joys, and hallows its adorations, that I become in 
all my conscious being what I am in my Being Abso- 
lute— TRUTH! 



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1 AM WISDOM 

RUTH Love, and you have wisdom. 
Give a soul of tenderness to truth, 
and the divine face of wisdom is 
smiling upon you. 

Wisdom is when Love is lying in 

the bosom of Truth; and they are 

not tv>'o, but One. 

The One Angel of Swedenborg was the man-truth 

and the woman-love, no more twain, but one spiritual 

being in a world without end. 

Truth divorced from love is harsh, cruel, foolish, 
wicked, devastating, instead of creating. 

Love unwedded to Truth is weak, erring, stained 
with lust, lost from her high estate, cursing instead of 
blessing. This, in the divided world, which is the 
world of unreality. 

But in my one world, I truth Love and I love 
Truth, and am wise in everything, blessed of the grace 
and power of wisdom. 

Truth does not dwell alone in me. It is holy fellow 
with Love. 

Love abides not in ^ny soul, solitary. 
It has found its Truth, and together they make me. 
God's Love truths out into me, and I am. I am 
wisdom. 

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I Am Wisdom 



Not His Love only ; but His love shining in Truth. 

Not His Truth only» but His Truth enbeinged in 
love. 

I am the resultant creation. I am wisdom. 

Not the light and not the heat, but the sun plumps 
the chestnut. 

Not the light, and not heat, but the sun builds the 
oak. 

Not the light and not the heat, but the sun rhythms 
my body to walk the earth in manly strength. 

Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom lives 
out the man. 

Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom 
geniuses in man unto His creations of art, painting the 
picture, singing the song, inventing the machine. 

Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom 
enlights the Christ in Jesus to pharos the centuries. 

Not knowledge and not affection, but wisdom per- 
fects the soul and sets the glory of being in the 
Eternal. 

Inmostly my being and God's Being are one; and 
God is wisdom. 

At my center there, which seems ever to elude me, 
lives God, the life. I know but the dim and bright 
shadowings of His life. He is wisdom. 

Inmostly and ideally I am wisdom; and the sun- 
ning forth of my true self into my shadow self makes 
me, as an earth, fruitful in every good word and 
work. — makes my thinkings wise, and wisdoms my 
lovings until in all my outgoing there is perfection. 

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Am Wisdom 



I am wisdom. That is the inmost reality of me. 

Even as my outermost, innermost is vvisdomed of 
the indwelHng God, so do I hve without foolishness 
and in the constructive sanity by which the Universe 
affirms its integrity. 

Wisdom is the grace of God in man, and the glory 
of man in God. 




I AM PEACE 

EACE! Not a ceasing of deed, but 
action at its perfect full. 

Not a ceasing of being, but being 
brimmed with its surpassing overflow. 
Not rust, but radiancy. 
Not decay, but declaration of 
rounded ripeness. 
. Not war ceasing, but work in poised energy. 

Not strife at pause, but strenuousness, an ensphered 
planet shining through the sky of fulfillment. 

Not the universe in a noise that has stilled, but the 
universe energizing in the symphony of eternal deed. 
Not life that waxens into unreplying pallors, but life 
that wings in eternal flight, in ceaseless song. 

Not truth that, tired of rasping argument and 
querulous questionings, gives up to falsehood to save 
itself from friction's pangs, but truth that shines like 
a sun, and for very fullness has a glow for all, in all; 
in its perfect of loving, no place for self nor fret, for 
emptiness nor ache. 

Not power that has ceased to destroy and idles 
amidst its wreck, but power at creative full, and gen- 
tling in that violet's blue, that song of purple finch, 
and in that baby's smile which kindles from its 
mother's eyes,— -power that wields a universe in a 
quiet so profound that the "beating of your own 

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heart is all the sound you hear," and hear that only 
when you are very still and listening with all ease and 
quiet energies. 

I am peace because my innermost is the full of 
God, and God is the fullness of being. 

God is fullness of action. 

God is the perfection of truth. 

God is the perfection of power. 

God is a universe of love. 

God is an eternity of life. 

God is the Poised Allmight. and I, the deed of His 
gentlest loving, of His ceaseless, eternal might. 

I am peace, because my being brims with the 
Divine Energy. 

I am peace, because my brain thinks intensely in 
the Divine Truth. 

I am peace, because my heart energizes in the 
Divine Love. 

I am peace, because my body thrills response and 
unity with the overplus of the Divine Life. 

I am peace, because every atom of me rests not, 
tires not, but busies ever in the bliss of doing the 
Divine Will 

Distress of discord only is, when I have some lack 
of realizing my perfection of being in God. 

The fret of falsehood only is, when I have failed 
to let the truth have fullest place and deed in me. 

The agonies of angers can distress but when there 
is some lack of love within my soul. 

The sorrows of sickness only sigh when I have 

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overworked or underworked my body's own some 
gracious part. 

'Tis health when every instrument of my orchestral 
flesh is singing in throbbing fuHness, its very own 
note within the symphony of Hfe, because it is always 
peace, because it is always symphony, refusing and 
losing not a chord. 

I claim my peace, my very own which is the peace 
of God, and that surpasses understanding, because it 
lies far within the thoughts of man, a grace of being 
without a beginning, without an end. 

I am the begotten of God, and so I am a peace 
born of the Love Divine. 

I am peace, and give peace unto the sons and 
daughters of men. 

Not of my own peace give I unto them, but of 
God's peace which is their very own. 

I call them into soul and mind and body's fullness. 

Being unto being calls with not a halt nor quaver 
in the call, and being unto being answers, and each 
has found his own peace, because he has found the 
peace of God, which peace is just himself, a deed of 
God, in poised and perfected energy, eternalizing 
amidst the everlastingness of the Divine Love-Energies 
of God. 

Do you wonder, then, that I am peace? 

Do you realize that you are peace? 

Do you know that peace is no cessation for rest, 
but that it is the rest that comes in poised deeds that 
are never done, but forever doing, that Being Itself 
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I AM POWEPs 

A M power to think through the 
activities of this earth, finding the 
truth, bringing it home to me, en- 
riching the habitation of my soul with 
its white splendors and corruscations 
of an infinite charm. 

The truth within me shines unto 
the truth without, and it is hght. 

I am at dawn, and all my earth is rejoicing in full- 
ness of life. 

I am power to love through all the prejudices and 
angers and hatreds and indifferences in this human 
world, and win unto myself "the soul of good from 
out things ill." 

I love the indifferent into action, and they are my 
rejoicing fellows. 

I love out anger, being the "soft answer that turneth 
away wrath," and have my response in a smiling face, 
and in a soul that sweeter is because I radiate the 
beams of constant love. 

I overcome prejudice with love, and together my 
brother and I fellow in the ways of eternal and re- 
joicing friendship. 

I love my enemies into friends, and the world of 
man is so richer and the heart of God so happier. 
I am power to love and to think, and my being 

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lies within that power, as an earth within the sun. 

I am ensphered. 

I move through the Power Divine. 

I thrill into lives. 

I brood into wings. 

1 here are born within me mountains and seas, con- 
tinents of greatness. 

I am a fruitful earth. 

I am an earth in the dawn. 

I am an earth in its summer. 

I am a full-orbed soul, rounding for ever and ever 
beneath the Mother Eyes of the Eternal Love. 

I am power to become my ideal. 

The might in me actualizes my ideal. 

In all my inwardness I realize that ideal. 

In all my outwardness I express it. Within my 
ideal I glow. From out my ideal I radiate. 

I am irresistible. I enchant. 

I thrill with ecstacies. I bless. I ennoble. 

No one can come within my sphere without a quick- 
ening. 

The dynamic of me is electrical, enlighting, empow- 
ering. 

I woo from all lives their secrets. 

I win from all things their souls. 

Everything gives of itself to me, as unto everything 
I give of myself. 

Together so we enrich. 

Together we grow great. The Infinite Divine 

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shines within us; and, in the glow of growth, the 
Divine Meanings of me and of all clear in a speech 
that is the soul of all eloquence. 

I am power with God ; for I have power from God. 
His power enfolds and fills me. 

In it I live and move and have my being. 

In Him I think true. In Him I love wise. 

With His Divine Spirit I am surcharged and em- 
powered. 

I am created new. I create new. It is a new 
heaven and a new earth in which dwelleth righteous- 
ness. 

It is the Power Eternal of Being; and in it I am. 

And what is there more, but to realize being eternal 
and live life without end, as in the Almighty Power 
of the Divine Love, in whom I am centered for my 
being, I fulfill that Divine Love's endless glories of 
meaning in me, through me? 




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AM MERCY. 




INDNESS is the king of gladness, 
while love is the queen of joy. 

Life is just a giving, and in this 
is its bliss, its peaceful satisfying. 

The tree gives without stint, and 
lives without stress. As fullness flows 
out of it, a holier fullness flows in, 
engirding it with greatening endurance. 

This is the law of lives. As they enrich, they 

are enriched again, not in postponed and arbitrary 

reward ; but in each act of bounty is its flow of blessing. 

By fullness of life comes fullness of being. In its 

deed, capacity greatens. 

In the beauty I create, I have made myself beau- 
tiful. 

In the truth I have done, I have made myself 
truthful. 

In the blessing through which my love blesses, the 
Infinite Love enters with its greatening grace. 

In loving I become Love, and Love is the eternal 
Life which sings at the heart of the universe. 

The blessing of the merciful is that they obtain 
mercy. What flows out from them unto their brother 
flows in unto them from God. 

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Outflow and inflow are equal, except for added 
and deepening capacity. 

This is the grace of growth; and herein is Love's 
triumph over exact justice. This is why the Christ's 
word is mercy. 

When you attempt to state the law of love in the 
terms of physics, saying that action and reaction are 
equal, you state a truth, but not the divinest truth of 
love. 

Increase is the law of life, because the soul of 
life is love. 

Multiplication is the grace of harvests, and the 
greatnesses of mercy. 

Mercy multiplies its joys without end, in the soul 
of the merciful. 

So just to be kind, and not to know, is the greater. 

Just to be merciful, and not to understand, is the 
diviner. Just to love, asking for nothing in return, is 
the more Godlike. 

Not intent upon my soul, but leaving it to the wide 
mercies of God, it is mine, in the joy of mercy, to 
make a little larger place for the growing of grasses 
and grains and the flowers which only smile. 

To open the way for life's some fuller manifestation 
in the horse or the dog or any flesh-embodied life — 
that is something from the creative fullness of the 
Divine Mercy which is the Brimming Being of God. 

To ennoble human life, to deepen its worth, and 
greaten and hallow its joy, to sv/eeten the laughter 
of children and multiply goodness for them, — when 

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this I do without stint or selfishness, I am in the midst 
of a universe whose center and soul is Love, and can 
know no fear, nor experience any lack, nor find anj' 
void where life ends and being ceases. 

Through my mercies the Everlasting Mercy estab- 
lishes me in the deeps of divine and endless Being. 

This is to be beyond desire in a rapture of fulfill- 
ment, for whose radiant form no desire has dream- 
power enough to vision and to make. 

It is bliss of being without end. 

It is bliss of being eternal in the heavens of Being's 
Pure Self. 




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! AM NEIGHBORLINESS. 




AM neighborliness. 

Else what is this which goes out in 

kindHness to all? 

I have sympathy for the animals. 
To see a horse at life's full gives 
me joy. 

To see a horse ill used or suffering 
in sickness awakens sorrow in my heart, gives me the 
impulse to comfort and to heal. 

When I see a flock of sheep, I seem to be one of 
them. Their bleat of content is mine. I play with 
the Iambs. Almost one who is called The Lamb gen- 
tles with me into the Kingdom of God. 

I am healed of the hurt of life, forgiven of my sins, 
quickened into the spirit of all love. 

When the birds are in flocks, my heart flies with 
them. Their songs outvocal my gladnesses. If winter 
distresses them, my hand would open in ministry to 
their need. I wish them only good. I will them only 
fullness of life. 

To the wild beasts I feel like a brother. I am 
sure, if they could feel the tides of the love universal 
flowing through my soul and through them to meet in 
a holy fellowship, that the ancient fear were gone, 
and in their native lair we would neighbor together 

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without wound, with the friendhness of children at 
play. 

When I caress the tree with my hand, what is that 
which thrills through me, as if its very spirit gave 
answer to my love, blessing me, resting me, giving me 
renewal ? 

And this wild flower which I will not pluck, nor 
bruise, nor hurt, because it is my neighbor, 
it responds to my neighbor touch, as if it knew and 
felt with me the spirit of all friendliness, smiling about. 

And the sea, my heart seems a part of its fellowing 
waves. In its mighty peace I am at home. 

And the mountain, it seems that almost it knows 
that I love it. I am sure that, were it to leave its 
ancient home, I would grieve as if some noble and 
endearing neighbor had said good bye and gone into 
those shadows out of which there seems no return of 
life's I am. 

All things inanimate, — toward them all my feelings 
are so friendly. I hold this pebble in my hand as 
though it were a thing alive, and knew the love in my 
heart. This rock seems to respond to the touch of my 
hand laid gently upon it. 

Towards everything that is I am neighborly. 

I am one with that Divine Spirit who set us here 
together, and made us a part of a great neighborly 
world. 

I am His neighborliness. It is that aglow in me 
which makes my life so well worth while. 

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It is my neighbor heart that is blessing and rejoicing 
with all things and all lives. 

To my kind, neighborliness. I am alient to not one 
of them. 

I refuse the division of nationality and race and 
tongue. 

I accept the human tie. I am at fellowship with the 
whole of the human kind. 

I sing in tune with them the anthems of'life. It is 
the song of neighborliness. It sings out ignorance and 
prejudice and belittling, destroying hatreds, because it 
knows them not, intent upon interpreting the Great 
Vision of world-unity with a song outsinging all the 
hymns of the free and the psalms of the great. 

The shame of the race is my shame. Its honor is 
my honor. 

Its sororw is my sorrow. Its joy is my joy. 

Its low actuals are mine. Its high ideals are mine 
also. 

We greaten together. Together we ennoble. 

Together we dream the divine dream unto its awak- 
ening and coming true, when each man knows that he 
is neighbor to each man, and rejoices in the neighbor- 
liness with joy unspeakable and full of glory. 

I am neighborliness, and my outgoings are as the 
outgoings of the morning, rejoicing in the joy of awak- 
ing life. 

I am neighborliness and receive, like dawns, the 
gentleness of neighborly eyes and the joy of neigh- 
borly smiles. 

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I am neighborliness, and find myself everywhere. 

What a dear, genial, answering, friendly, neighbor- 
ing world this is. 

And its Perfect? 

Here it lies in the heart of all neighborliness. Let 
that heart awake and sing and shine, and the new 
earth is here, and above it and about it and within it, 
the song and shine of the new heavens wherein dwell- 
eth righteousness and its enhallowing love. 




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I AM SOUL. 

OT have a soul. I am soul, and I, 
Soul, have a body. 

I am enfleshed, and my flesh I 
wear as a robe. 

It is not I, but only a gracious 
garment which I hourly weave, keep- 
ing so its grace always smilingly 
around me. 

Some day, when I am through with it, I will kiss it 
a grateful goodbye, and speed it to its changes and 
other gracious services. 

I am not formed by my flesh. I form my flesh. 
My soul is not formless. My flesh images my soul. 
I am form, — not a breath that cometh and goeth, — 
not an extenuation, as a vapor, — not a vague principle, 
— not an abstract truth, — not an indefinite love, — not 
an inorganic life, vague and vacuous. I am soul. 
I am life in form. 
I am being in organization. 
I am truth in definite order. 
I am love with individual center. 
I am life with metes and bounds, moving within 
the Infinite Life, but not extending with it, not decen- 
tralized by it. 

I am soul, and the substance of me is spirit. The 

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world I live in, the real, inner world, is a world of 
spirit. 

Its sun is the Divine Love itself. Its atmosphere 
is the Divine Truth itself. 

That sun shines upon me now. That divine ether 
now I breathe. 

That Sun is soul to this outward sun, and that 
Atmosphere, soul, to the winds that around our earth 
do hurry on their numberless errands of life. 

The world of me, soul, is a very real world, to 
which this earth of matter is but as a body of flesh. 

In the inner world of Divine Spirit I now live, 
move and have my being. 

I am soul, infilling my flesh with life. 

Flesh is my fellow and familiar friend. 

I will not enslave it to passions. I will not heap 
upon it burdens too grievous to be borne. 

I will in no ways abuse it. I will in all ways honor 
it. In every way I will bless it with my generous 
appreciation. 

Such a willing friend, bending so swiftly to my 
will, — I will fill it with an all-beautiful life. 

I will cleanse it. I will educate it. 

I will refine it. I will perfect it. I will make it 
as the finest of silk. 

I am so alive with the light from my Sun of Love 
that I will shine and shine in my flesh until it shall be 
lit up with the inner glory. 

To my quickened and singing soul, I will so attune 
it, that it shall be as an exquisite Cremona, thrilling 

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and voicing that Divine Chord I am in the universal 
symphony of soul. 

Because I am soul, I am free. 

Because I am free, I give freedom to my flesh. 

In the great fellowship of this freedom, we will 
glorify each other until the bliss of greatening being 
bids us part. 




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I AM DEATH? 

AM death? 

Not if death is a negative to Ufe; for 
I am centered in the Great Positive 
of the Universe. 

The All-Loving is the All-Living. 
Through that All-Loving I glow 
in an eternal journey. 
In that All-Living I am a centered and deathless 
being. 

If death is where Life is not, then I cannot be it, 
for I am alive forevermore. 

A shadow is where light does not fall, and it can- 
not, therefore, be light. 

Yet may a shadow be enlit with light, and in glory 
pass, as those shadows of the sky we love and name 
the clouds. 

Light's self cannot know the dark. When light is 
there, the dark is not. The dark cannot, therefore, 
be anything. Always it must be a no-thing, a blank 
where light is not now shining — a nothing. 

In music the intervals of silence help the song. But 
for them, it were but sound prolonging into discord, 
and, without the helpful intervals, nor voice, nor instru- 
ment could make the winds glow with the tenderness 
of song. 

To that music which sings to the eye, that music 

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whose name is color, is not the dark just as the silence, 
helping out the splendors through which the day 
awakens to its dawn? 

Then, if Hght is color, if it speaks the partial word 
and says, **I am color," also, it can speak a partial 
word and say "I am dark." 

This partial word will enrapture us with color. It 
will comfort us in the night, stilling our tremors of 
fear, making us certain of dawn and of day. In 
expectancy we are alert for the full word, which is 
**I am light." 

And death? 

There is only life. I am life. 

I am death as into myself I gather up this thing of 
dread, and find that it is naught. 

My light of life has searched it through and through 
and found it nothing. My life has sung with it and 
found it but interval, but rest, as between heart beats, 
rest, which helps to make my being's music glorious. 

I Am! I am being endless; and so it is that death 
can have no part in me. So it is that I am not death. 

And when you think it holds me in its dark embrace, 
I am not there. 

I am shining on, a light unquenched of shadows. 

I am always alive. That which you think is dead 
is but the footprints I have left in the lower levels as 
I have passed on and clomb the heights. 

Perhaps it is excess of light which keeps our eyes 
from seeing these our blindness calls the dead. 

Until we learn to see, it may be that the cooling 

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shadows, defeating us of the great vision, are a blessed 
blank before the sky fills up with Light and Life's great 
chorus of eternal day. 

When I see the butterfly wing from the worm, I do 
not think nor feel nor call it death. 

It is birth, and there is only joy at birtHr the joy 
of butterfly, the joy of summer's full, the joy of me, the 
joy of Life's Self singing out some of the voices of its 
exhaustless melodies, and setting this butterfly unto 
winding in the Holy Breath of its love. 

So, when a soul is freed from flesh, that freeing 
must be gracious-sweet. 

For who hath eyes to see, there is no lament. There 
is no thought, nor fear, nor feel of death. 

It is just birth, which is ever some bliss of becoming 
and never a pang of ceasing to be. 

And so I am not death, for there is no death. To 
me God has no death to give. 

There is only life. 

God is life and giveth life without a measure and 
without an end. 

From glory to glory. Life eternally journeys. I am 
not there in that outer form to pass into "silence and 
pathetic dust." That is but one of my endless 
journey's footprints. 

I am here, embosomed in Life's Self, to know for- 
ever just the joy and hallowedness of being alive; in 
love with life, in love with love, with Being's being in 
fellowship of bliss that has no end. Why need I 
fear that which I am? 

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I do not fear that which is but the shadow I cast 
as my eternal being hves its eternal life. 

The grandeur of that shadow is the grandeur of 
the light, and the light is something of the eternal 
grandeur of the Eternal God. 




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I AM FORM 

HE innermost I, — that is form. 
I am organized being. 
In me Life centers and has form. 
Love organizes itself in truth, and 
I am that truth. 

In me the Eternal centers and 
spheres, and that splendid human 
earth am I. 

From my innermost of being I come forth, and am 
organized spirit.. 

I come forth, and I am organized mind. 
I come forth, and I am organized reason. 
I come forth, and I am organized thought. 
I come forth, and I am organized feeling. 
I come forth, and I am organized flesh. 
I am form, and from me my flesh is body. 
In my own image and likeness I build flesh, and 
my building is this body, this temple of my holy spirit. 
Because I am a house not made with hands, eternal 
in the heavens, I have a house not made with hands 
temporal upon the earth. 

No thing can hurt this house. No thing wreck it. 
No thing tear it down. 

No one can banish me from its sacred portals. 

Each day I build it new. 

Each day I purify the places of its holiness. 

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Each day I quicken it with joy. 

Each day I hallow it with life. 

Each day the winds of my spirit blow through it, 
sweetening it with the breath of all the flowers of 
truth. 

Each day the sunshine of love floods it with dawns 
and with noons of pure life. 

It is builded in truth. 

The beauty of the Master, Love, is established 
upon it, and it is fair as the morning. 

It plays unabashed with the hearts of the roses, 
and it is the familiar of the beauty of birds, while the 
tones of its voice atunes with the bright singing birds. 

The beasts hear, and are unafraid, and give their 
answer of love for love. 

Lovers are my fellows, and friends delight in me, 
radiating me truth for truth. 

In her whom my soul loves I will complete myself, 
and we forever abide together in joy, bliss of being 
adoring unto bliss of being. 

When I leave this home of beauty, in joy I will 
go; as the ripe peach lets go of the bough; as the 
butterfly wings from the worm; as from the egg the 
thrush lifts on the lyrical wings of its lilting and 
laughing life-song; as one who has had a splendid, 
full journey, and hears the call of home, answering 
it with fleet foot, mercury-winged with eagerness to 
be again at the center of love. 

I will leave it with tenderness of farewell, as a 
mariner leaves his bark with which he has fellowed 

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and frosted and sunned over many waves, mastering 
many seas in the music of voyage, — leaves, because 
there are diviner seas to sail, more joyous waves to 
music over with great adventure. 

Sense has splendidly sailed into its final port. It is 
fulfilled, and passes. 

Soul is asail on immortal seas. Its boat is a 
body of pure spirit, as if of beaten gold, silken the 
sails and so perfumed that the very winds that blow 
on eternal seas are love-sick with them. 

Every beat of the oars is joy. 

Every flutter of sail is gladness. 

Every fulness of wind is peace. 

The seas are eternal Truth. 

Love's self is the sun in the sky, the sun adance 
on the waves, and the sun alight in her eyes, alight 
in mine. 

In God, the Everlasting, I live eternally, I move 
without pause from bliss to bliss. I am a being of 
pure joy without end. 

And always I am form, here and hereafter and 
forever. 

Always I am form, whether in sense or whether 
in soul. 

Always I am form in time, for always I am form 
in eternity. 

Always I am form in flesh or in spirit. 

Always I am form, when in consciousness I live 
in myself, and when in consciousness I live in God. 

In the eternal mind, I am a thought, phrased in the 

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language of life, a thought that was not, nor will be, 
but a thought that is. 

In separateness of form I am. In unity of spirit, 
I am. 

This I am of me expresses in eternal form. Be- 
cause of this form, this I am of me has its eternity, 
rejoicing in the heart of All Love and All Life. 

My form is of the pure spirit of God compact. 

I am of the pure love of God, a living and eternal 
part. 

I am an eternal emotion of God formed into an 
eternal truth of God. 

I am eternal form. 

No thing decenters and destroys me. 

There is no unmasking in all the ways of my spirit. 

Deathless, indestructible, I am form. 

I am eternal form. 




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i AM ALL 

AM all. Something of everything 
has entered into me, and I am that 
which is part of my existence. 

In food ways, I am wrought of 
the substance of the earth, and I am 
that which has entered into my 
making. 

I am the wheat there rippling laughter to the re- 
joicing winds, and I am the apple blushing there to 
the ardent kisses of its lover-sun. 

In life ways, too. The lives of the earth have 
become my life. 

They have become it, as they have given up them- 
selves blending with me. 

They have become it in a common fellowship of 
life, life in me and life in them, attuned to the one 
symphony. 

Of one substance we are, of one life. By right 
of love I claim them. By might of love I am them. 
In beauty ways, also. 
The beauty of the sky is beauty in me. 
The shine of the star is ashine in me. 
The song of the bird is asong in me. 
The sheep gentles, not only in the meadow there 
but here in my heart, making me kind. 



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The mountain uplifts in my soul as it does in the 
light yonder. 

The ocean chants to the many shores of my greal- 
ress in the subtle world of the spirit, while in the 
outer world it makes musical shores for all lands anear 
and afar. 

It is summer in my heart, because it is summer in 
the world. 

The year of my soul ripens to enrich in full fel- 
lowship the generous gold and plenteous purple of 
the earth's autumn. 

The white spaces of winter have answer from the 
white spaces of my soul enzoned in truth. 

There is an earth, cycling through the sky spaces 
of my being, as well as through the sky spaces so vast 
about and above my body's vision. 

The sky-sun there, but the soul-sun here, within 
the universe of my spirit. 

This sun within is the shinings of the Everlasting 
Love. 

In spiritual counterpart, I am all. 

Within me is the spiritual double of everything, of 
every life. 

Somehow I must love all, that I be loved by all 
into fulness of being. 

Somehow I must serve all, that I be served by all in 
the gentleness that maketh good and great and glad. 

Somehow I must bless all, that I enter into my 
benediction which all lips are forever speaking to my 
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soul, from their souls' gentling a grace, mercy and 
peace. 

I am these human lives that live. 

This life in me, that life in them, is the One Life. 
It is our humanity which we are. 

The Divine Father of it is Our Father. 

Each human life is, therefore, sacred to me. I 
hallow it. I enrich it with justice. I sweeten it 
with kindness. 

I set it to music for fellowing voices. Together 
we sing outpour discords. 

Together we sing in our harmonies of the perfect 
man. 

No note must halt, nor silence from the symphony, 
or the perfect music can not enchant the heart of God. 

So it is my wound there in my brother's heart which 
I must heal. It is my justice there in him, in his life, 
which I must achieve. 

It is my purity there in her, my sister, with which I 
must purify. 

It is my righteousness there, in the race, which must 
be wrought out unto the fulness of beauty. 

It is my sins there, in which all the sinners are 
shamed, which must be forgiven. 

It is my perfection there in the soul of the race, 
which must be passioned. 

It is my ideal there, which must be actualized in 
the last, lost, utmost human soul. 

It is my Christ-passion which must redeem the 

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earth, until within it there is naught but the holiness 
of love. 

I am this race of man. 

Together we must repent of our shame, and to- 
gether enter into our glory. 

Of God who is all and in all, I am fellow; I am 
child. 

It is the self-same spirit here in me as there in Him. 

By grace of my unity with Him I am all and in all. 

Together we live our one life in our universe. 

We live it in love. 

We live it for blessing. 

There is no blight cursing from our heart. 

There is only bright blessing from our soul, and 
will bless forever and forever more, as He perfects our 
fellowship of Father and child through the infinite, 
immeasurable reaches of His love, loving in my love, 
adoring in Him through all the infinite, blissful, bright 
endlessness of being. 




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j AM OF USE 

O be useful is to be worth while. 

To be of service is to be partaker 
of peace. To fill, to a measure's 
full, one's place in a universe of 
action is joy, quickening the mind 
thrilling the heart, and satisfying the 
soul. 

To know one's self a part of the Being Eternal, 
and blanking not that part, nor muting its strings, is 
bliss unspeakable and full of glory. 
The useless is in the way. 
It hinders the movements of life. 
It not only cumbers; it corrupts. Is it not this 
which we call evil? 

From doing naught it corrupts into doing ill, as 
flesh, unlit with the life of the horse, falls, rots and 
poisons the air, becoming a shadow of death. 

Would I flee evil? My city of refuge is the use- 
ful, in which the Soul of all Good shines in the deed 
of all service. 

Would I run from sickness, I must refuge in service. 
When the body is athrill with the actions of love, 
there is within all its unselfish holiness nothing but 
health. 

Would I wing from death, into life, with life I must 
fly, and life knows nothing but u»e, giving itself to 

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all bodies, filling the universe full of its joys, serving 
all needs, where its scant is, the useful unwelcomed, 
the temple dishallows with selfish inaction. Where 
usefulness is not, there is that blank of Hfe which, 
shudderingly we think of as the blight of death. 

I am of use, doing my work in the world, and 
death's black fills with life's bright, the voice of all 
music now where was the blank of all despair. 

It is not the might of my deed, but its spirit which 
kins it with God, which atunes it with His creation's 
great deed. 

I am of use, living my life in the world. 

It is not my Hfe's vastness, but its sweetness of 
service, which makes it apulse with His who is Life's 
Self in infinite action and good* 

I am of use by the simple grace of my being. That 
which I am is a service. 

Unto God's hand I am ductile, fulfilling his artist- 
desire, giving His usefulness way, that it thrill into 
deed and light like a star in the sky of earth's night. 

In my need He is blessed, for I give Him the joy 
of a service, and the bliss of living His life for an- 
other, that no selfishness darken His bright, — no lone- 
liness discord His love. When I am enriched by His 
Spirit, somehow He is enriched by me. His heart of 
a Father having in me the fulfillment, the joy of a 
child. 

I am of use. as I let His glory of love out into the 
world. 
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My mind is that His truth may think in the world 
of man. 

My heart is that His love may bless in the world 
of man. 

I give Him a human face that HE may smile out 
upon the world of man. 

I give Him a human life that HE may live among 
men, having many a great and a hallowing fellow- 
ship. 

I am a mind with which He thinks. 

I am a heart with which HE loves. 

I am a hand with which HE services. 

I am a life with which He lives. 

I am of use. 

I am of use, thinking His thoughts with Him. I am 
of use loving His loves with Him. 

I am of use, living His lives with Him. 

I am of use, rejoicing with Him in the beauty of 
His world. 

When I love His rose, I serve. When I adore 
His child, I minister unto Him in the grace of rejoic- 
ing in a beauty of His artist-soul. 

In my appreciation of all that He has made, I am 
of use, as auditors to an orator, as listeners to the soul 
enchanting itself to the winds in a violin, as a lover 
entreating with love's adoring words. Love always 
moves to some one. If I am that some one, I am of 
use to that love. 

For some one the deed is done. If for me it is 
done, I measure use unto use in receiving the deed. 

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I am of use, receiving the love of God, the service 
of men. 

I am of use, giving love unto God, giving service 
to men. 

In the great love and life we are one, God and 
I, man and I; and, chorousing together the symphony 
of being, we fellowship in usefulness, each note needed 
by the whole, each chord essential. 

So I am of use; and in my conscious usefulness 
is my conscious greatening and glory. 

I shine in the deed, and the night of the useless is 
gone, the death of the useless, swallowed up of life, 
as suns drink up dark nights in great dawns. 

I am of use. 




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AM RIGHTEOUSNESS 

AM right! What a consciousness 
of power in that ; what a peace ; what 
a joy. 

Not in the victory over another in 

a vulgar contention of opinions. Not 

in any small selfishness of any kind. 

But in the deep, large truth of being. 

In the sweet, satisfying ways of a full life. In the 

soul's uplift unto God, wherein it knows that it is 

eternal one with the Holy Being from which all beings 

come. 

In the soul's lostness in God, feeling Love as the 
only reality, in some primal being's holiness, saying, 
as naturally as dawn says its day, "I am righteous- 
ness," — this is to annihilate all shadows, to make all 
crooked paths straight, to sing out all discords, to 
sing in all harmonies and holinesses of being with- 
out end. 

To be right within our innermost center of being, 
and, then, to radiate that Tightness into all the out- 
goings of our manifestation, until our words sing in 
their truth and our life glows in its love and the very 
flesh of us is an ordered beauty — this is the great at- 
tainment, this the holiness of joy, this the joy of 
holiness, this the finality of being, 

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And through simplest things lies the path of this 
great attainment. 

To plumb our words true — all of our words, as if 
they were the very foundation stones of our holy city. 

To square our acts unto righteousness, as if the 
universe might go out of poist, were we not true. 

To live each moment in a rounded fulness, which 
intends that the year of our earth-life shall, in its 
fruitage, justify God in His giving unto us, for a 
beautiful doing, the task of ourselves. 

This, in the littlest things and joyous as a child 
at its play, forgetting even to say it, gives us the right 
to declare, "I am righteousness"; for it is only that 
which we are in our centering and in all our outshin- 
ings from our center. Then is the joy of God in us, 
and the perfect of God is the bliss in which we adore, 
in which we achieve our life in the beauty of holiness. 

In this there is no presumptuous pride, nothing of 
that which is always hollow with pretenses; but only 
the genuine sim.plicities which sum up into the great- 
ness of God. 

The absence of a grain of sand from the universe 
would impair the perfectness of God. Ceasing as a 
sand grain, it does not and cannot pass beyond the 
universe. In essence it still is. 

So your righteousness, though infinitely small, is 
needed to complete the righteousness of the Infinite 
God. You somehow belong to the very holiness of 
the Divine Being. 

When you can say in yotr life, "I am right," and 

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in the deeps of your soul, "I am righteousness," you 
have committed no folly to be frowned upon. You 
have voiced a wisdom in which the smile of God for- 
ever greatens and sweetens, and grows mellow-ripe. 

I am righteousness, and in that righteousness is the 
bright Eternal Being-Smile of God and the bright 
eternal being-smile of me, sunshining together through 
our eternity. 




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HINGS change, but do not pass out 
of the universe. Matter may disap- 
pear as matter, but its essence has 
not been subtracted from the uni- 
verse, nor can be. 

We have mistaken the form of 
life for the self of life, and, shudder- 
ingly, called our mistake, death. 

The shadow which our ignorance casts we have 
mistaken for substance, and have darkened about in 
our own confusion. 

We have decentered ourselves into matter, and mat- 
ter has been digging us graves. 

Centering ourselves in mind, mind will build us 
palaces. 

Centering ourselves in spirit, spirit will create us a 
new heaven and a new earth, 
blessings without end. 

Centering ourselves in soul, soul will give us its 
Centering ourselves in Life, Life will give us its 
eternities. 

The apparent I, is of time, and fleets away with 
swift wing. 

The real I is of eternity, and its every flight, a 
bliss of endless being, a song of ceaseless life. 
I refuse the apparent. I accept the real. 
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I am no more the bond-slave of time. I am the 
free child of eternity. 

I am no more the victim of the grave. Death is 
but a dark through which I dawn. 

The body is but a womb out of which I am born. 
In my flesh are the wings of my spirit, and eternities 
of spirit, I fly. 

I am uncreate. In the eternity of God is my home. 
If I am on a journey, it is on a journey home, eternal 
home. 

I am eternal, and into my eternity I gather the souls 
of this earth as I pass. 

It is the soul of the rose that I love into the soul 
of me, and so there are no rose-fadings that sadden 
me. 

It is the soul of my friends that I fellowship into 
my soul, and so no grave can sting with its poison 
my joy. 

It is the soul of a woman that I love into my soul, 
and so death wins no victories over my love. It can 
not shadow out the bright eternity of my loving. 

I am eternal. And it is truth eternal which I am 
finding and living. 

It is love eternal which I am finding and adoring. 

These are souls eternal, which I am finding and 
fellowing. 

It is life eternal which I am feeling and forth- 
shining. 

It is being eternal which I am. I am centered in 
God, my home, and He is eternal Home. 

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I am eternal, and in my eternity glorify my time. 

I give great meanings to everything. 

I give great love to every one. 

I live great life in the midst of these years. 

Unto me there is nothing petty and mean and small. 
Therefore, I can do nothing that is petty and mean 
and small. 

I dignify everything with my eternity. 

I sweeten every one with my joy that shines out 
the shadows of graves. 

I can only love; I can only bless; I am so great. 

Even as God, I can divinely give myself; for I 
am Eternal! 




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I AM A FREE SOUL 

AM a free soul. 

I am free from any birth-shadow, 
that race or individual thought may 
have placed upon me. Disposition 
does not darken me. Mood does not 
master me. 

In Hght is my center; and Light 
is my master. 

From that inmost center of Light, I shine and radi- 
ate and annihilate every shadow which has darkened 
my spirit through my flesh. My inner light makes 
dawn through all my thoughts, my feelings and my 
flesh. 

The outward me is born anew, a child of the One 
Great Divine, Eternal Light. No shadow more can 
possess me. Through them all I smile, and they 
beautify and pass. Upon them smiles my light's rain- 
bow. How they beautify, as they go from me 
forever. 

It is sunrise. My dark is all past. That is my 
night hurrying away from me on wings of splendoring 
color. How its hurry glorifies in the smile of my 
great free light. 

A free soul! — a great free soul! by light freed 
from every distressing shadow. How I scintellate, 
as if the very flesh of me were light. 

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How I radiate, as if the very soul of me were sun ! 

How I glow, as if within my heart furnaced the 
One Divine Love, burning all my gold into its 
shining. 

My dawn! 

How glorious it is to be! 

These flowers, dew-jeweled, are the smiles of the 
Great Light, awakening in my soul their answering 
love-smiles of beauty. 

These birds, how they pencil the air with wings, 
as if they were artists of joy, rippling all my winds 
with bright, contagious laughters,— O they are artists, 
— artists of sound, — hear how they rejoice into songs 
as the winds and their throats fellow in artist passions 
of gladness! 

And these sheep, these horses, these cattle, — the 
great affections of me, the great strong reason, the 
wisdom of this my outwardness, — and these acres 
fruitful in every furrow, every field, — it is my great 
world-life; full of plenty, no lack anywhere, — ^just 
an outer perfect atuned with my inner and eternal 
perfect. 

What a revelation my Great Light brings to me I 

What a man I am, — virile, masterful, splendid be- 
yond what I had ever dreamed. 

What a life I live, — poised, peaceful, successful; 
in everything I do, the touch of a master hand. 

So bright and winning the smile of me, the smile 
of my life, that things love to come unto me, so happy 
to be in my fellowship. 

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Money loves to come witliin my magic gladness to, 
by me, be glorified in uses that are never sad, but ever 
a glory and a joy. 

People rejoice to come within my radiancy, be- 
coming my friends and fellows in great enterprise, 
in great life. 

I ask for nothing, for all is mine, — joy first, and, 
in this joy, all else besides. 

This smile of me, like the sun, kindles as it over- 
comes the adverse, — making light where darkness was,* 
making fruits and all things fair where death before 
held reign, — O just the joy of using eveiything which 
before seemed foe as artist stuff out of which to 
create that which is, of beauty and use a splendid 
part,— that is a joy, kindled and glowed from the 
genius of God. 

How each day fascinates, that I may live it, 
greatly. 

How each evening invites, that I may enter the 
peaceful afterglow of my full and earnest day. 

And night is an enchantress Mother in whose arms, 
upon whose bosom I sleep and renew. 

How she vitahzes m.e! How she heals my every 
hurt. 

How she washes away each stain of heart, each 
dust of mind. 

From her quickening embraces and her stilling 
kisses, I come forth born anew, — as much as comes 
the earth, a new and gracious, more fruitful earth, 
from out this same, embosoming, holy night. 

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I am as one who thinks light, all his thoughts and 
purposes and achievements, just light's irresistible rays. 

I breathe bliss of endless being. 

Joy is apulse in my heart. 

My feet and my hands seem as if they sang in their 
eagering ways. 

it is glorious to just be! 
It is grand ever to just live ! 

It is joy inexpressible to achieve the deed of a full 
and successful life. 

Nothing can defeat me; no shadow can darken 
within me; no scant can distress me; fulness of myself, 
of my life, of my everything is mine; for I am light; 
I am laughter; I am fulness of hfe. 

1 thrill and scintillate in the achievement of great 

I am free! I am a free soul. 




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I AM THE PERFECT 

N deep and eternal reality. I am that 
which God imagined in the deeps of 
His Being. 

He is the Perfect whose imagina- 
tions are perfect. What He loves, 
within Himself to project from Him- 
self, must be perfect, for within Him 
imperfection has no place. 

That me, there in the creative heart of God, is 
the real me. 

This shadow me, wandering in the midst of shad- 
ows, is somehow an illusion. To clear myself of this 
illusion is now the great necessity. 

Illusion never clears with illusion. Shadow never 
passes in shadow, but by shadow only darkens. By 
the imperfect the imperfect can not perfect. Only 
unto something greater than me can I greaten. 

Only with an ideal in its heart, and a sky in which 
to grow, can the acorn live out of the soil into the 
oak. With my ideal, perfect, as my soul, and with 
God, Perfect, as my sky, I can grow into what will 
satisfy the exactitude of God's thrilling smile. 
I am the perfect I would be. 

The perfect is not something without me unto 
which I must climb. It is something within me, which 
I am to disclose. 

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It is not in a light shining upon me. It is in a 
light shining from out me. 

It is not something into which I am to escape. It 
is something which I am to free. 

It is not something I am to grow into. It is some- 
thing I am to live. 

It is myself, and myself I am to declare until there 
is none to doubt nor deny my truth, — not even 
myself. 

When I declare unto myself the truth, I am; 
when I accept the truth I am, then will I live the 
truth I am. 

When I live the truth I am, every thing about me 
lives the truth I am. 

Unto the disclosure of my perfect, there is the dis- 
closure of the perfect everywhere. 

My perfect calls to the earth, and the earth with 
its perfect answers. 

My perfect calls unto men, and men with their 
perfect answer. 

We are always getting the answer of ourself, — 
love, if we are loving, — truth, if we are truthful, — 
the beauty of the Christ, if we are the spirit of the 
Christ. 

From soil and sun and air, the oak gets the oak- 
answer. And the pine, from the same soil and sun 
and air, gets the pine-answer. And from the very 
same the peach gets the peach-answer. From this 
earth-life the sheep gets the sheep-answer. The horse 
gets the horse-answer. And man gets the man-answer. 
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From the human life the Christ got the Christ- 
answer, multiplying himself by the souls he loved and 
the souls who adored him. 

I give as I am. 

I can not bless unless I am blessed. I get as I 
am. The earth can not bless unless I am blessed. 
I am the key-tone in which the universe of Divine 
Good Will wirelesses to me. 

For me God is perfect only unto my perfect. 

Inmostly I am perfect. The whole of life is to 
manifest that perfect. 

I must believe in the perfect, and search it out 
everywhere, in every one. Then will I find that I 
have lived out myself but to find myself everywhere, 
— here on earth. — there in heaven, — wherever I am 
eternalizing through the universe. 




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I AM LIGHT 




N the One Light of Divine Love I am. 
That Light is my being's center. 
Out of it I have my rise into con- 
sciousness. 

In it I have my continuance of 
life. 

Out of my being's center it shines 
and shines and shines, into my soul, until I feel me 
all a glow of light; into my mind, until I think me 
aflame with light; into my body, until my flesh thrills 
as with the radiancy of a great new morning. 

I am all surrounded by this light, hallowed by this 

light, protected by this light. Nothing but good can 

go out from me, ashining through all its radiant rays. 

Nothing but good can come in unto me through the 

brillance of its holy burning. 

I am panoplied all about, beneath and over, by the 
pure outglowing of the Spirit of the All-Living, All- 
Loving, All-True, All-Wise, All-Present and All- 
Mighty God. 

This Divine Light shines out of me all shadows 
of my past. Every gloom of my darkening yester- 
days is gone. 

All subtle and subconscious impressions of every 
kind, all memories of them, all the black horrors of 
them are gone forever as in the splendor of my being's 

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eternal morning, when every thought seems dew and 
rose and bird and song. 

I am all bright and new in my memory. Only 
the beautiful is there, only the good and the true. 

I am all bright and new in the real and feel of my 
nerves. They seem of light, athrill with light, and 
tuned like a violin; my poised vitality, that violin's 
voicing of great song. 

I am all awinged and new in every cell of my 
brain, as if it were a June orchard, blossoms just 
born, birds just born, wind, sunshine, everything, just 
born. It is so glorious to have a brain all reborn 
in the shining grace of Divine Truth. 

My lungs are all new, every cell of them, every 
tiniest fibre of them. It is joy and fullness of life to 
breathe. I breathe, not only air. I breathe spirit and 
life and love. 

My heart is all new. It is abeat with poise and 
peace and power. It ruddies my blood throughout 
all my flesh, in the nourishment of every organ, as if 
it were light, — the very light of Life's Self, sacra- 
mented into my body's grail, that my flesh be redeemed 
and hallowed, of the Beauty of Holiness. The feel 
of it is all so finer than any violins to which any 
listening heart has grown ecstatic. 

New is every organ of my body. Each chords 
perfect, with itself, with its fellows, and my sym- 
phony of health blesses every wind that blows and fills 
with its beauty all my hours and my days. 

I am a radiant, transformed new woman, a pure 

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delight and noble blessing to all who are about me, 
to all who love me and call me friend. 

I have the Christ vision. I see something of the 
Divine in every thing, in every one. 

Upon that Divine I gaze and gaze, long and earn- 
estly, until I can see nothing but it. My vision of it 
is so radiant, so winning, so compelling, that each one 
awakens to the beauty they are, and radiantly realizes 
more than my vision sees. 

So the beloved of my heart and home is trans- 
formed, and fills in an overplussing measure all my 
ideals of him. 

So my home is transformed until all the dreams 
I ever had of home are awake and true and shining 
in Love's great and holy light. 

What friends I now have,— so perfect, their friend- 
ship like exquisite music. 

What days of dew and dream and quiet and high 
fulfillment. 

What nights of joy and rest and great renewing. 

And in this all there is nothing passing. It abid- 
eth forever. 

It is a realization of my own eternity, — the eter- 
nity of pure being, as the Divine Being of Father and 
Mother in their holiest blisses of love eternally begets 
me and keeps me their child. 

I am light, — a child of the Eternal Light, and I 
shine through the earth and I shine through the Uni- 
verse, and there is no shadow in which is my being- 
lights ending. 

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1 AM ENOUGH 

N the universe is an infinite abundance 
of everything. Sufficient unto the 
universe is the universe. 

In it there is not lack of anything. 
Lack is in failure to rightly relate 
to it. 

Into every atom the infinite opens 
as resource. To possess the fulness of my want, I 
need not travel away from myself. Into me the In- 
finite pathes. Through me are all its great highways. 
All that it has is here; and, here in me, is all that 
it is. 

I am not distressed that there be a lack of air. The 
earth's atmosphere is tributary to my each breath. 
It is air without end. 

* So of Life and Life's delights. For every call of 
Life there is always adequate answer, if the call 
chords true. 

If desire hungers true, there is no unfulfilled desire. 
Color? It ceases not from the sky and the earth. 
It riots everywhere. 

Form? Its infinite multiplications are in sand and 
star, in the light-belted earth and my thought-thrilled 
brain. 

Love? Its fulness fills all. It is the soul of the 
air and the soul of me. It globes in the grace of all 

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beating hearts; and within the great chorus of Being 
can I not sing unto my very own, while each other 
to his very own is singing? 

Life? There is only Life? Live! live! live! 
That is all. That is enough. 

Live! And unto Life will come its own full own, 
its enough own; and what is more than that is an- 
other's, and we would rob none, we would have lack 
nowhere, we would have no heart ache in blank. 

There is enough. And I am that enough. 

When I realize that I am what I desire, then will 
the God within me be known in the grace of satisfying 
fulness. 

When I realize that I am the answer to my every 
question, then the Divine Truth within me will come 
into its own shiningly. 

When I realize that I am the fulness I yearn, 
feasts of the Divine Goodness forever satisfy. 

When I realize that I am the Life I wish to live 
endlessly, what is there more but just to endlessly 
live myself? 

This is the great lesson. The thing which does 
not come as life to my life comes as death to my 
death. 

The thing that comes too much to the call that 
clamors too much comes with shadows, with satieties, 
with disappointments, with discords, with distresses, 
with deaths. Whether it is food to eat, knowledge 
to use, love to enjoy, truth to think, things to possess, 
or life to live. 
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Too much is a ferment, poisoning. Enough is a 
golden flute unto which my every breath turns into 
song. 

With the enough-me everything enough fellow- 
ships; and out of the song of us together, not a note 
lost, not a chord missed. 

That which is within me is that which I find with- 
out me. 

I must be a thing before I can really have a thing. 
No matter the appearance, that which I am not, I do 
not have. 

What my possessions are, that I am. 

When I am not what I own, things possess me, 
and I am slave. 

So being enough, I have enough, even eternal- 
enough. 

I am enough, and unto me the earth gives the ful- 
ness of my desires, and the heavens showers upon me 
their plenteousness, and life lacks never a heart beat, 
and God chords unto my soul the fulness of being, 
and gives me His eternities for my heavens of delight. 

I am enough! 




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I AM AT PLAY 




UST to be happy is just to be alive, 
clear to my finger tips, clear to the 
tips of my toes. My very hair seems 
to lift as if it would play with the 
winds. My face ripples with smiles. 
My voice laughs and sings. 

I am a little girl. I race with 
the breezes, blowing sweet brother-calls from the or- 
chard. I play with the shadows on the grass, hide 
and seek, hide and seek, as their boughs with wind- 
laughters sway. I smile with the sun. We just blink 
our eyes at each other in play-joy. 

The leaves of the trees rustle for me. For me 
ripen the fruits. For me beauty the flowers. For 
me are the songs of the birds. For me the ripple 
of rills. 

I am just happy because I am alive. 
I will be a little girl today, and everything I do 
will be play. 

What dear delight of a play house I have. How I 
enjoy sweeping it, keeping it clean. 

It is just fun to cook; and, setting the table with 
these real dishes, for my play-sweetheart and my play- 
baby, beats picnicking and dancing and drop the 
handkerchief and all the other games of the other 



years. 



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Am at Play 



It is such fun to insist that my husband is only a 
little boy come in from playing store to play dinner 
with me. It is such rare joy to have my daughter 
my play-sister; and what fun we have playing to- 
gether ! 

She and I are playing that she is grown up, and 
that she is going out into the big world to teach school. 
We sit down together and in imagination make a 
picture of her school. 

It is a great school; its principal wise and kind; 
its associate teachers all gracious; its scholars cheer- 
ful, bright, responsive. She has a fine success. Her 
pupils love her and quicken under her teaching. She 
is so happy in her work, so joyous in her success. 

And we are just so happy! just as joyous here 
together with bright and cheerful imaginations seeing 
her success, as we will be when this our spiritual cre- 
ation shall manifest in the outer. 

There is so much to make me happy. I want to 
see it all, and be it all and laugh it all. 

My home! How my heart would ache, if I 
didn't have it. So in having it, I am just happy, 
happy, happy! 

My husband! If death took him, I would be des- 
olated for his presence. So I will rejoice in him 
now, and he shall be my lover-playmate, and there 
shall be no frown nor scold nor grown-up care. 

My daughter! I am going to just be happy with 
her every day she is here at hom.e with me, congenial, 
never an impatience, never an anger, never a quarrel. 

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Food! I am grateful for it. It is such a joy to 
have it in plenty. I eajoy having it. To eat it is a 
delight. To eat it with those I love is a sacrament 
of gladness. 

The sun in its rising! The sun in its noonshine! 
The sun in its setting! If some night it never came 
again into the sky, how dreary the endless dark would 
be! So I rejoice in it, so grateful for the sun and 
its bright-smiling days. 

Sleep! O the pure joy of sleep, and its rest and 
renewing! Dear soft and silken friend, always here; 
however I welcome you, ever doing your gracious 
work. Hereafter, without fail, you will be always 
welcomed with a smile. I will gratefully love you 
and receive you. 

The waking! How fine it is to have the light of 
life within me to look up and out into the light of 
dawn. When those two lights meet and kiss, that 
is the joy of life; and I am so gloriously glad that 
I am alive that my gladness just smiles all through 
my day. 

I lake these joys, so many of them; so many of 
them, I forget to count them, — I take these joys and 
twist them into a torch. How it flames with its 
white light of laughter! 

I am searching now for my sorrows. Here, sor- 
row that made me weep, come! I want to look 
through you and see just why you make me weep. 

How strange! I can not see you in this light. 
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I Am at Play 



Where are you? What have you to say? Well! 
well! I see nothing; I hear nothing. 

And yet a little while ago I saw it, and it made 
me weep. 

This is indeed a magic light, — this light of joy. 
I can not find my shadows with it. I can not find 
my tears. I look for them with it, and lo! they are 
like a sun-lit dew, so diamond-bright, and passing in 
the light's ripe laughter. 

How strange, that with this joy-torch I can not find 
a single sorrow; I cannot see a single shadow; I can- 
not find a single reason why I should feel sad and 
weep ! 

O, this is such fun, hunting out my sorrows with a 
smile, searching for my griefs with my gladnesses, 
hunting for my tears with my suns of laughter, seeing 
them rapture into rainbows as they pass. 

Why just to think! I can not find them so. Why, 
now I know I haven't any. It was nightmare, and 
I am awake. 

' These were just some neighbor's sorrows that 
looked in upon me through my door, and I all so 
foolishly thought that they were mine. 

No more that mistake for me. When again they 
come, looking through my door, I will shake this 
torch of my laughters at them, and they will cease 
to be, may be even for my neighbor. 



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BEGOTTEN OF LOVE 

AM begotten of pure spiritual Love. 
In that Love is my being's center. 
In that Love is my present and eter- 
nal reality as a living soul. 

I am a great soul. There is noth- 
ing little or mean or discordant 
about me. Such dust things can 
not even come near my spiritual garments, and they 
can not soil me. 

I am a queen, and in the realm of pure spirir, 
I reign in genial grace and magnificent power. 

"The queen's garments are all glorious within. 
They are of wrought gold." 

My purple is silkened in a loom which earthly fin- 
gers have not fashioned. It is a more than Tyrian 
dyes which make their gleaming splendor. I wear 
them with a grace beyond that grace with which 
the scarlet taniger wears his feathered flames. 

It is the glories of my thoughts which clothe me. 
The splendors of my love give life to my thoughts. 

I am life. This beautiful inward spiritual body 
of mine is life-woven. It is scintallant, radiant, thrill- 
ing with all the graces of dew and dream. 

This inermost me is the beautiful and loving mis- 
tress of this outer one. I scepter all the thoughts of 
my outer brain, as the sunshine scepters the fields, 

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and I, too, get my answers in a beauty as fine as the 
grass and the flowers; in a bounty as large as the aut- 
umn's fulness of the ripened fruits. 

I accept my outer self. I love it. It is like 
some splendid instrument. 

It is my Cremona, and I, a mistress of song. So 
lovingly I atune it. With such a grace of gentle- 
ness I handle it. With such a fervor of song I 
caress it; and it sings for me divinely. 

I 80 enchant everything about me, until almost 
I find that things live and love me. 

I so enchant lives, that I seem an Orpheus, all the 
beasts, both tame and wild, are stilled of their en- 
mities, and lie about my feet in gentle fellowship. 

I so enchant people that they are my great friends, 
conspiring together for the joy of serving me, in 
truth and honor with a plenteous service. 

I have, in every thing, only success; because the 
radiant soul of me shines upon everything and con- 
dition, and gets the answer of its own bright shining. 

It is such a joy to live. 
" It is such a pleasure to do. 

My success satisfies me as his picture the great 
artist. 

I so love everything and everybody in this deep 
and poised principle of my being, that, while I am a 
sun transcending all this outer, I am yet, as the sun, 
a creating smile, in every condition and unto every 
one with whom I have any of the relationships of life. 

I rejoice that I have found myself. 

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I rejoice that I am such a radiantly beautiful 
being. ' 

I glory in my splendor. 

The shine of that glory is upon everything and 
everyone. 

This is, even worldly life abundant and without 
measure. 

It is spiritual life with infinite ecstacies, quickening 
with their eternities. 
O God, I thank Thee for what I am. 

I thank Thee for the splendor of myself. I thank 
Thee for the glory of living. 

I rejoice to live a life in keeping with the dignity 
with which Thou dost eternally dower me. 




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WE ARE ONE 




NNERMOSTLY. eternally, my hus- 
band and I are embosomed in the 
Divine Love and Truth of pure Be- 
ing Itself. 

We are One, husband and wife, 
from eternity unto eternity. 

Of the Divine Being we are. In 
that Being we are forever and forevermore, and this 
is our glory and our exceeding joy, great beyond 
telling. 

This ONE of us is eternal ONE of us. 
This wife and husband of us is wife and husband 
of us in a glory without end. 

The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
into and through the soul of us, so that within this 
spiritual mind of us, this spiritual body of us, there 
Ts no defilement of disloyalty. Truth is within the 
one soul of us, more white and flaming than the noon 
day sun into which no darkness does nor can enter. 
The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
into and through this natural mind of us, so that no 
thought, no imagination, no purpose is there but the 
white of its own light. 

Each to the other, in this one mind of us is as 
true as the truth is true in and to itself, rejoicingly, 
divinely true.— the white eternal loyalty of itself, 

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brighter than suns which from its brightness take 
their rise. 

The white flame of this eternal nuptualhng shines 
into and through the very lungs of us. It is white 
breath that breathes, so white in the truth of us that 
no alien black can enter in and defile. 

The white flame of his eternal nuptualing shines 
into and through the very heart of us, so that there is 
not a beat of it that discords with any unfaith, each 
beat just the joy of our adoring, loyal love. 

The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
into and through the very flesh of us, so that there 
is no feel of any kind, no touch, no kiss, but that 
is holy with the holiness of our great and divine 
marriage. 

The white flame of this eternal nuptualing shines 
into and through the very bodies of us, fulfilling their 
beautiful, divne intent, burning in such a holiness of 
truth's thrilling fire, that nothing alien can defile and 
blaspheme this temple of the living and Eternal God 
of our Marriage Truth. 

The white flame of this eternal nuptualing enlight- 
ens us with the truth that we twain are one flesh, — 
in the unity so true, so loyal, that to unite in any 
way with any other flesh, would be like the blasphemy 
of self-defilement, like the ensanguined hands of self- 
murder. 

O eternally beautiful white nuptial flame ; bum on, 
flame on, and light us to our final glory, wherein we 
weave and weave our adorations into one great Eter- 

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nal White of Being, and so through each other, find 
the eternal God of all Being whose radiant Truth, 
whose Love is the MANSELF. the WOMANSELF 
Divine, whose nuptialing, perfect and eternal, begets 
all things with an eternal begetting, with continuous 
creation of Bliss of Being without end; and whose 
creative adorings of each other we are. 

So has your wife written whitely, with the full 
acceptance of the truth. So will my husband read 
whitely, with the full acceptance of the truth. 

In this truth, realized in our spiritual and fleshly 
consciousness, we will demonstrate the opulence of 
true marriage in a divinely beautiful earthly life, 
and, in death and eternity, be not divided from each 
other; but be together in the fulness of the smile of 
God whose holiness is the love of us and the being 
of us without end. 




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YOU ARE 

OU are my own beautiful boy, whom 
I loved into the world, and whom in 
the world I love. 

You are good, and can do no evil. 
You are true, and can do nothing 
false. 

You are clean, and can do nothing 
that stains the white purity of your soul. 
You are noble, and can do nothing base. 
You are beautiful, and can do nothing ugly. 
You are love, and can do nothing unlovely. 
You are a great soul, and can not live a small, a 
petty life. 

You are a divine soul, and rejoice to live divinely, 
the white honors of God dear unto you. 

You love me, and can do nothing that would 
wound me. 

You revere me, and your every desire is to make 
me glad. 

I love you, and claim for you every good that is in 
the heart of God. 

I love you* and claim for you every good that is in 
the world. 

I love you, and claim for you perfection of being. 
I love you. and claim for you fulness of life. 

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I love you, and claim for you every true joy of this 
world and the world to come. 

I love you and claim you to be a deathless and 
greatening soul throughout the Eternity of the Love 
of the One Perfect Father and Mother, whose adora- 
tions beinged you through me, onto my bosom, into 
my home. 

Sleep, sleep, my boy, deep and sweet, sleep in the 
bosom of the Divine Mother, to bring some holy 
fragrance of her into your awaking. 

Awake renewed, remade, quickened in your radi- 
ant, glorious manhood, breathing the breath of your 
divine noblesness, your heart escutcheoned with the 
white honor of God. 

Be the very child, in everything and always, which 
"God thought about when he invented you in the 
deeps of His Fatherhood," which God is lovingly 
thinking about now, inventing you in the deeps of Her 
Motherhood. 




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I AM WCHES 

NMOSTLY, spiritually, I am a part 
of that Thinking Life whose bounty 
blesses in the skies, and fills the earth 
with every fulness, so that every need 
of everything is lavishly supplied. 

I can no more lack an inward 
bounty, than I can exhaust the air 
by breathing it, than I can exhaust the sunshine by 
seeing it. It is plenteousness of spirit and life with- 
out end. I am more than a millionaire. I am an eter- 
nity of exhaustless spiritual riches. 

Always something of the eternal expresses in time. 
So from Spiritual Truth, the abundance of the waters, 
in wells, runs, rivers and oceans. So from Spiritual 
Love, the measureless productions of the soil, im- 
measurable bushels of wheat, countless carloads of 
fruit, numberless flowers in gardens and glades, in 
forests and fields, crowding the valleys with charm, 
o'er topping mountains with gentlest grace. 

Belonging to the spiritual bounty, under this law 
of manifestation, I belong to the natural bounty. 
Plenty is mine. It can not keep away from me. I 
am its home. All things are my children. They 
laugh and play around me. They mature and go 
forth into the world to live their great life, greatly 
enriching others, bearing the grace of my love as their 

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smile, the grace of my truth as their faithfuHing min- 
istries of good. 

My business can but prosper. It is a part of the 
bounty of the universe, a part of the plenteousness of 
the earth. Its spirit is the spirit of service. I greatly 
gaia that I may greatly give. I greatly gather that 
I may greatly scatter upon all fields of the human need. 

My business grows, even as in spirit I grow. I 
radiate good cheer, neighborliness, and an integrity 
of service, which brings into its sphere as plenteous 
a people, having need, as the clover fields bring bees, 
having honey-hungers, to their blossoms, enriching, 
enriched. 

I love my business, and, through it, I love my fel- 
lows in this human life. My brothers and sisters of 
the human life love me through my business. They 
delight to trade with me. Their trade enriches me. 
My services enrich them. We are happy together. 

Money, so necessary for an interchange of natural 
services, comes to me in plenteousness. My bills are 
always promptly met, and I have such fun paying 
them. My till is always full, and my bank account 
runs away ahead of my check book. 

When any good cause enlists my heart and my 
judgment, I have wherewith to give, and I give 
in the spirit of the One Great Love which has given 
me being and placed me here in an earth so crowded 
with everything, and more than everything, which any 
and everybody needs. 

My business has my uttermost attention. I am 

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punctual, accurate, making no mistakes. The outer- 
most has the full and unwearied attention of my per- 
fect of natural powers and business experiences. 

But I live and think in the Spirit; and, from the 
great wisdom and power of the Spirit, I think and 
speak and act in my business. In the wisdom of the 
silence, I ensoul my business; in the wisdom of the 
word I embody it. From the Spirit I am its master, 
doing it always with the joy and the success of great 
genius. Of it I am joy-master, and it splendidly at- 
tunes to my song of dilligencing delight. 

So my business, not only more than satisfies me 
with its outward tasks and outward results, but it 
helps my growing of soul. I get out of it spiritual 
joy and spiritual quickening. It helps me realize that 
I am of the bounty of the Universe an eternal part. 

It enriches me with the great spiritual joy with 
which the Master heart in the universe rejoices to do 
the deeds of his immeasurable kindnesses through all 
the changing, fleeting natural, through all the abiding 
eternal spiritual. 

While of the body, it is of the soul, — its soul and 
mine. While it is of time, it is of eternity, — its eternity 
and mine. The service in business is spiritual and 
its fine doing is worship. 



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tressmg me. 
ing to fear. 



My mind is 
thoughts are 

In the might 



N my inmost being I am centered in 
Love. 

That Love shines into the mind of 
me, and every dark thought is for- 
ever gone before the brightness of its 
radiancy. 

There is no fear in my mind, dis- 

All is love! all is light. There is noth- 

nothing to harm me. 

My mind is poised and at peace. 

truth. It thinks with clearness. Its 

wise. 

I have the creative might of wisdom, 
of that wisdom. I create myself anew. 

I think thoughts of beauty, and I am. the beauty 
I think. I think thoughts all new, like a baby just 
perfectly born ; and I am the new which I think. 
' I am God's child just born in His Infinite Love. 
A child, — a sweet, clean, radiant, laughing child: I 
am a child again. I am new and everything is new; 
and my life, my beautiful life, is just before me. 

O my life is all aglow within me. It is the Hfe 
of the Eternal Love, and how I live! What a joy 
this to create my outer self all anew; all anew! to be 
the artist of myself, geniusing myself towards the 
beauty of the perfect. 

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There, where were ashes, — the ashes of hopes, the 
ashes of my youth, the ashes of my high resolves, 
the ashes of all my failure, I put all my thoughts of 
beauty, and, lo! it is a garden abloom with every 
fair flower and fruitful tree, ashes transfigured, sor- 
rows into their glory come. 

Among its blossoms wing the birds, enchanting the 
winds in a song. 

Among its grassy ways, under its trees, matching 
it beauty for beauty, race and laugh and play the 
little children of every dream I had, come awake 
and come true. 

And more than they! and more than they! These 
new, eternal children of my new day, of my new 
eternal life, — they just eternalize in their joy of being 
mine. 

O it is such a joy to live, every thought of my 
life, true; every feeling of my life, love; every word 
of my life, wisdom; every act of my life, righteous- 
ness; every movement of me, a radiancy of blessing! 

My flesh is created new like that but just born 
rose. 

My brain cells are not the old ones, grooved with 
thoughts of failure, running about and making their 
din in my mind. 

They are new. They can manifest only true 
thoughts. They can shine only in beautiful thoughts. 
Only in loving thoughts can they glow, — glow like 
a day in June. O the glory of this new brain of 
mine! 



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With new lungs I breathe, and the all-encompass- 
ing air fills and thrills me with the perfect health. 

This heart abeat within me is new. It rudies 
vigor through all my veins. Its beatings are the very 
bliss of life. I feel me as if I could fly in its fine, 
cheering vitality. 

My taste trues, and I hunger and thirst for only 
that which belongs to a perfect body. No fevers of 
any alien enemy can burn in my tongue, nor parch in 
my throat. Only what belongs to this new and eternal 
me can enter this holy city of myself. Only what 
fits and sings with my symphony of soul has entrance 
into any part of me. 

• I can not touch what is not my inmost own. For 
me things are musical instruments. I can only put 
fingers upon what belongs to the song of my soul. 
That I awaken with my musical skill, and it sings 
the hours divinely, phrasing them in joy and love and 
peace ! 

No discord belongs to my soul. No discord can 
sound from my touch; no discord, distress from my 
lips; nor from my life make desolations and wounds. 
'Only truth and right belong to me, making their 
harmonies of wholeness, singing their anthems of 
health. 

Beauty is mine. So perfect is my smell, that only 
enters my soul, odors of flowers and fruits, scents 
that are as incense to the Eternal Love, dwelling with- 
in and receiving the worship of His outer world. 

Beauty looks out from my eyes, and can see noth- 

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ing but beauty. I am beauty-entranced. Truth 
looks out from my eyes, and can see nothing but truth. 
Beauty and truth, from all the outer world, enter into 
me through my eyes, and it is beauty without end, — 
all the beauty I need, in which to glorify my outer 
self, and myself which is eternal. 

My ears hear but song. Love listens in my ears, 
and, to its listening, there is only love to answer. 

The love of everything, of everyone sings to me. 
The goodness of everything, of everyone sings into 
me, and I am blessed without measure, and find the 
earth, even as God said in the beginning, **Very 
Good." 

To the truth of me my flesh attunes, and it is as 
the flesh of a babe. Every bit of my body is new. 

This new body fits divinely the new soul of me. 
I rejoice in my body perfect. My flesh sings to my 
soul. My soul voices in my flesh. 

I am a word of Divine Beauty, and my body is 
that word made flesh. 




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CENTEFkED IN JUSTICE 




HE innermost of me is centered in jus- 
tice, — the justice which keeps suns 
burning, and stars alight; which 
brings the punctual seasons, and 
makes each thing of the earth bring 
forth after its kind; which is the 
fidehty of steel, the indestructibility 
of silver, and the faithful integrity of gold; which is 
the greatness of the great, the honor of the honorable, 
and the truth of the faithful and the kind. 

Justice is within me a life, and nothing of dark- 
ness can shadow its bright. I realize its living beauty 
through all my being. I rejoice to think it in all my 
thoughts, to feel it in all my emotions, to express it 
through all my words and my actions. 

I will not allow the injustice of any one to have 
any permanent place within me. I refuse it, like I 
-refuse discords when my voice sings, or my fingers 
play. 

I encounter it in the outwardness of my life, as 
passing through the earth I hear noises — the noises of 
the street, of engines puffing, of hammers pounding; 
but I will not bring the noise home with me. It shall 
not enter into my peace, discording the great inner 
harmony of my soul. 

When in the midst of discordant sounds, I do not 

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resent them, getting into their vibrations. I hold myself 
in poise, do with them what I must, keeping my 
serene center unroughed, and pass on forgetting them. 

So in the midst of injustice, I will handle it with 
my best wisdom, but refuse to become a part of its 
littleness, to answer selfishness with selfishness, petti- 
ness with pettiness, spite with spite. 

I am not a part of it. It is not a part of me. When, 
my best wisdom helping me, I make an adjustment, 
I put the matter out of my feelings, out of my 
thoughts. It has ceased to exist for me. 

Of those who have been unjust, they pass as an 
unpleasant wind, and are no more, myself sweetened 
with the fragrance of the Divine Justice. I will not 
discomfort myself with thoughts of them. Their 
troubles shall not enter my peace, disturbing its calm. 
I bury my face in all good and noble actions, and, in 
their fragrance, forget that there is aught in the world 
but perfume, but clean, sweet air and rain-washed 
winds. 

The outward of it all, the thing, the person, — 
everything whatsoever, — ceases to exist for me, into 
me can not enter. As I would refuse to think a bad 
thought, I refuse to think of them, giving me the sug- 
gestion of the unlovely, harshening, discording im- 
perfect. 

So, when I think of them at all, I will think of 
them in terms of their best. My innermost realization 
thinks unto their innermost sense of justice, and in 

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spirit I meet them within and far above sense and the 
realm of things. 

I can not love the unlovely. To do so were to 
wrong truth and beauty and goodness, and to make 
love some ugliness, as if I wounded and marred an 
enchanting face. 

I refuse to let unloveliness within the temple of my 
holiness. I refuse to stain my whiteness with it. 
Within me here it can have no place. In this pure 
beauty of my spirit it has no existence, 
spirit I meet them within and far above sense and the 
realm of things. 

But the eternally beautiful I love in everything, in 
every one. The beauty of me sees such beauty in 
everything, in every one, that seeing gives me an artist 
eagerness to bring it out into its manifested charm. 
Whether that thing or that one is awake to its own 
loveliness or not, still out of me goeth unto it blessing 
and fellowship. 

I recognize myself as a part of the Divine which 
has power enough to awaken and quicken this that I 
love, that it become the conscious possession of every 
one within whom it is now aslumber. 

I breathe in the Eternal Justice. I breathe it out 
upon the world, upon every heart and every life. 

It is such a supreme joy that I would share it with 
all. In its beauty and gladness, I would see every 
one awake and aquiver, as Love makes them loving 
and Truth makes them true. 

So I am at peace from all troubling. 

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The music of me has sung out all the discords. 

The truth of me has truthed out all the fickle and 
the false. 

The love of me has burned up all the rubbish, and 
is sceptering the black soils in the rapture of roses. 

The justice of me and the mercy of me kiss, and 
out of their kiss is born the Christ-child in me to 
redeem and transform all my earth, until it blossom 
like a rose in the desert and sing like a thrush above 
the thorn. 




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I AM HEARING 

HE innermost of me is perfect. It 
centers in the Eternal Perfect, and 
that Eternal Perfect is tributary to it, 
— giving to it of Justice, Truth, of 
Everlasting love, of Eternal Life, and 
Being without end. 

This is the true me; this, the eter- 
nal I. Herein and herefrom, I can, in truth beyond 
time and sense, say, I AM. 

I am perfect in spirit, mind, body. This imperfect 
is not of me. I refuse it. It is alien. It must out; 
but not with force, as of a policeman's club, but with 
love, as with the Great Smile of God, sunshining away 
the clouds. 

It is the spirit of me that is. It is the spirit of me 
which loves the flesh together into this beautiful fel- 
lowship by which we are rejoicing in the world. 

Spirit called, and my hand is here to feel. This 
silken joy as I touch a baby's cheek is spirit-joy. 

Spirit called, and my nose came out to smell. This 
rapture of odor as I smell the rose is spirit-rapture. 

Spirit called, and my tongue is here to taste. This 
gladness of grape, as I eat the fruit of the vine, is 
spirit-gladness. 

Spirit called, and my eyes came forth to see. This 
delight of earth and sky, and this dear child's face 

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is spirit-delight, something of bliss from out the 
Being Divine at radiance within my soul. 

Spirit called, and my ears came forth, out of my 
inmost center of truth, to hear. This music of my 
friend's voice "soft and low, an excellent thing in 
woman," and in man, — is music of the spirit, is a 
sweet sound of the soul, not one syllable of whose 
meaning can escape me. I capture each sound with 
love. Each sound the truth of me discerns, — know- 
ing the truth the other mind thinks, the other lips speak. 

I am in truth, as it were, a whispering gallery; in 
me each faintest, softest, silken, whispered tone arti- 
culates with full and clear meanings. 

I can hear as a bird; no sound belonging to me 
escaping. 

I can hear as a child, my ears keener than a dog*s 
for the step of his beloved master. 

This child of me, this child I am, this eternal truth- 
child, sitting joyous and eager within my ears, hears 
with perfect hearing, — no softest syllable of sound 
escaping. 

This inner ear of me hears rejoicingly the voices of 
the Eternal Love, — hears with obedient eagerness 
every truth which that Love speaks for my greatening, 
— hears, as with the ears of a bird a-listen for the 
voice of its mate hymning a worship of the nesting 
time. 

Whatever of truth, through outer ways, that Love 
speaks to me, my outer ears hear in joyous earnest- 
ness; as if my thrush there, that master of song, had 

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felt the sunshine in his soul, and must needs feel it in 
his throat, shining out into his hymn of joy, sung in 
the dawn, unto the dawn. 

So I have the feel of God within me, — in the deep- 
est and divinest soul of me; and the perfect of Him 
is so enchanting, that I must express it in all this outer- 
most of me ; that, in all this outermost of Him and me, 
mingling in this we call the natural, I so realize the 
perfect that my perfect praise the Perfect of my 
Adoration. 

So in God, unto God, this my natural hearing! 
His perfect and mine, hear in all sounds of the earth, 
in all sounds of the human speech, — the very truth of 
u§ together, listening and delighting, that we both may 
enrich, in all love that comes unto me through these 
natural ways of the earth and its lives, in all truth 
which enhallows unto me through the sounds and voices 
of this outer world, and the friends it is giving unto 
me in a fineness as of the finest of the wheat. 

This deafness which the dark of the imperfect 
seems to make real, is but an empty shadow, an earth- 
born mist, begotten of the world's clamorous and dis- 
tressing falsehoods. It is phantom. It is unreal. It 
is ghost. 

In great, bright truth — the real truth of me — I 
shine upon it and through it; and it is no more. I am 
hearing the gentle wind there in the grass. That shy 
and bashful song of the leaf-hid vireo I am hearing. 

The reluctant, imperfectly-syllabled speech of this 
little child, I am hearing. No sound dulls to me. No 

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voice mutes to me. All voices articulate in me, and 
I lose no meaning out of any voice that speaks. 

I am the hearing in my ears, and all sounds are to 
me as bird-voices in the dawn to ears trained to all 
the delicate discriminations of experienced woodcraft. 

I am perfect, and the perfect of me hears perfectly. 




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IN THE INNERMOST 

N the innermost of me, the Divine 
Love lives its eternal life. That Life 
fills me, radiating through and 
through me, and perfecting my very 
flesh until my very body is aglow and 
ashine with health. 

The Divine Truth goldens like a 
dawn through every inmost thought of me, making 
true, and in Truth empowering me with creative might, 
so that all my outgoings of desire accomplish and 
fulfill in that upon which my heart is set. 

The Divine Love makes new each inmost, outer- 
most pulse and atom of me, until for power I am as a 
sun, and no dark can resist me; no night can over- 
shadow my shining. 

All who come within my beams brighten and be- 
come new. The light of me calls unto the light of 
them; and within them it is dawn. The heat of me 
calls to the heat of them; and within them roses are 
in bloom, and all the orchards are glorified in blossoms. 
All my thoughts of every one in my home and 
about me spread their wings like birds and rejoice in 
my presence and voice in their songs the sunshine 
of me. 

This innermost of me is poised, and its majesty 
enters into all my thoughts, feelings and ways. 

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Like Christ, this innermost, spiritual perfect of me 
sees in its own image and likeness, and that which it 
sees actualizes. It can not resist becoming what I see. 
It rejoices to enter into the glory of my vision more 
than they that wait for the morning rejoice in the first 
beams of the rising sun. 

I see my mind perfect, and it is perfect. 

I see my heart perfect, and it is perfect. 

I see my life perfect, and it is perfect. 

I see my home perfect, and it is perfect. 

I see my husband perfect, and he is perfect. 

I see my daughter perfect, and she is perfect. 

I see my son perfect, and he is perfect. 

I feel but concord and peace, and home and its 
lives answer like a symphony. 

In spiritual truth and love and life I feel my de- 
sires are fulfilled; and all without me they are ful- 
filling, and my heart is rejoicing in their fulfillment 
more than my eyes rejoice in the greening grass, the 
reddening roses and the purpling grapes when the year 
is growing to its full in an autumn. 

The Spirit within me beholds it all, and whispers 
in my soul that it is all fair and good. 

My travail pains are overpast. My soul doth mag- 
nify and rejoice in the All-Love and All-Beauty for 
this, that a man child is born into the world of truth 
and good and beauty, and that man child is this, 
renewed one, this born-again one, this very son of my 
heart and of my flesh. 

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HE center of my being Is in pure 
Love. 

This Love is radiant with vitality. 
In it I have my Hfe. 

Out of it has come my mind which 
thinks. 

Out of it has come my heart which 
loves. 

Out of it has come that creative vitality which 
has woven my body of flesh, and in that body keeps 
alight the fires of life. 

In that Love I live and move and have my being. 
Unto that Love I now open my inmost soul. 
Into me that Love flows, giving me peace, power 
and repose. 

In this joyous tide of the Divine Love flowing into 
me there is nothing to fear. It will abundantly care 
for me ; so there is nothing about which to worry. 

Into that Love I cast my every fear. Into its 
fathomless ocean deeps I cast all my worry. Swal- 
lowed up of its grace and greatness is all my fear- 
thought and worry-thought for myself, my home and 
my daughter. 

Each day will bring me all I need. For me there 
is plenty without end to supply my every need, even 

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as there is air without end to supply my need of 
breath. 

To this Love I give my great and abiding faith. 
I beheve that it wills me good and only good in ever- 
lasting abundance. Moment by moment I will accept 
that good and rejoice in it and for it be grateful. 

My daughter, too, is centered in and hallowed by 
this Love. Out of that Love, through my mother- 
hood, she came to rejoice my home and fill my heart 
with peace. That Love has her in its tender and 
holy keeping every minute of her life. 

Therefore, I will fear no more for her. With all 
my heart I trust her to the keeping of this Love which 
never slumbers nor sleeps. 

That Love vitalizes her flesh. It quickens her 
body. It gives her abundant health. No more is 
there any discording disease. All is well with her. 
Hers is fullness of life. Hers is the abundant wealth. 

I see her plump like chestnuts in their burs. I see 
her ruddy like roses in quickened and perfect life. 

From all sickness she is free. In fullness of physical 
well-being she has plenteous liberty. In every pulse 
and throb of her body; in eveiy glow and gleam of 
her brain; in every truth and tenderness of her heart; 
in the heights and depths of her soul, she is the child 
of Love and realizes the perfection of Love. 

This is the joyous truth. I affirm it for myself. I 
affirm it for her. 

In this great affirmation of truth I rest my heart 
and have peace. 
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LIFE ITSELF 

HERE is an inmost center from 
which all life proceeds. 

That inmost center is Life Itself. 
It is my origin and meaning. 
It radiates me. 
It radiates through me. 
There is no worry nor waste nor 
fret nor failure at this center. 

It is poised, peaceful and wise, and all its outgoing 
energies achieve. 

In it I am a living, thinking, achieving being. 
From it I issue forth unto the deed of my life in 
the world. 

By I it I am enwisdomed and empowered to do 
the thing that wins. 

I am wise to think true and balanced thoughts 
about my business. 

I have every needed power to live out those thoughts 
unto achievement. 

I speak the true and the winning word. I do the 
true and the winning thing. 

I feel action through me greatening and achieving 
success in my world of business. 

The power of this success I consecrate unto my 
own growth and ennoblement and unto the doing of 
every good I can in this human world. 

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SLEEP. A MOTHER BOSOM 




LEEP is a mother-bosom which God 
gives for rest and renewing. 

I am a child tonight, tired with 
the play and toil and tear of business, 
bruised with disappontments, fevered 
with failures, restless, tossing about 
with worry, with fear. 
A child, and here is my Mother, Sleep. How gen- 
tly she takes me in her arras. How tenderly she 
gathers me to her bosom. With what a brooding of 
all comfort she bends above me. With what a peace 
she kisses down my tired lids. 

bosom of down, silken and soft and soothing! 
O deep soul of comfort ! O rest that renews, healing 
my every hurt! No worry more. No wound more. 

1 sleep, sleep, sleep. Deep, deep, deep down into 
Love I go ; into Mother Love ; the Holy Mother Love 
which begot me. And this is rest, and this is renewing. 

I am begotten again, not in the womb of night, 
but in the womb of Love. From the enhallowing 
deeps of this Love, I will awaken new. I will come 
forth a new soul, with new energies, with new wisdom, 
with a new heart to love my work, with a new mind 
to plan it, and a new hand to do it. 

The day will be new, and I will be new and my 
task will be new. My life will be new, and with new 
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joy I will live it. I am a child again, and all the 
world lies around me with charm, and its countless joys 
invite me to play. And I will play. 

With laugh and shout and song I will play. I will 
play fair. I will play hard. I will win. 

Oh, the day shall be all so full of great achieve- 
ment, of great satisfactions, of great power, of great 
peace. My best day, this; my goldenest day, filled 
and brimming with the wine of joy which I will press 
from all the vines of life. 

So down, down, down into the blessed Sleep. 
Down into the Everlasting Love. Down into fullness 
of life; and it is that Life's very fullness that is my 
peace. 

Into the Embosoming God I go, so welcomed by 
Love to be created anew, that I come forth without 
stain, without wound, without failure, without weak- 
ness; that I come forth with newness and fullness of 
life to live splendidly, achievingly, divinely. 

Even so. And the Eternal Life will live in me 
one day's full of its greatening grace. 




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LOVE'S OWN CHILD 

OU, my daughter, are Love's own 
child. In Love you live and move 
and have your being. 

This Love is Spirit. This Love 
is Life. 

In this Spirit you are a perfect 
soul. 

This perfect is the perfect of life. 
In your innermost being you are radiant life. 
That Life shines out through your dear flesh, and 
all the shadow of sickness is gone as dark before 
daylight. 

This radiant life fills all your body, and makes you 
well and strong. 

You are full of vitality, full of energy, full of 
health. 

Strength is your own. 

You will awake from this sleep a healthy, vital, 
strong girl. 

You will run and not be weary. You will walk 
and not faint. 

No sickness can come nigh unto you. 
Abundant health fills and thrills and protects you. 
Fullness of life is yours, and I rejoice in and am 
grateful for your abundant good health, your radiant, 
fine, tireless vitality. 

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THE EVERLASTING MOTHERHOOD. 

Y motherhood hves and moves and has 
its being in the Everlasting Mother- 
hood. The might of that Mother- 
hood reinforces mine, giving it in still- 
ness and peace the great power of 
loving my son into a man perfect. 
That Motherhood loves with me, 
in me. It thinks with me, in me. 

With me and in me, it makes of my boy a picture 
of might and majesty which is so vivid and gently 
compelling, that it possesses my son's veiy soul. It 
stirs within him. It transforms him. He has come 
to himself, his divinely breathful self. He realizes 
what the Mind of the Divine Motherhood meant when 
it brooded him in the deeps of her Motherhood. 

That meaning he feels, he thinks, he speaks, he 
lives, he is. 

I refuse every doubt. This Divine Ideal my boy 
is now in very spirit and in truth. 
• I refuse every fear. My boy is this Divine Ideal, 
now without defeat. No defeat can enter into him. 
Nothing low and unlovely can possess him. 

I refuse all discords. Nothing of inharmony can 
possess this singing center of safe and Divine Ideal. 
So vital is this song of my son's inmost being that 

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The Everlasting Motherhood 



it sings out every discordancy of his outward, making 
him a delight to all, as is all pleasant song. 

I refuse ugliness. Nothing can mar his fine beauty. 
It is the very beauty of the Everlasting Mother. 

He, my boy, is good and true and beautiful. 

This that I vividly think in the Divine Love is very 
he. It is his inmost soul. As sunlight to possess the 
day, it moves from his inmost center to enlight his 
outermost circumference. 

In quietness I abide in peace. In stillness I dwell 
in power. 

In gentleness of spirit I now see him his own Divine 
Ideal. 

Expectancy sits in my eyes to behold the outer 
manifestation of this great inner spiritual creation, 
which the Mother Eternal adoringly passions, and I 
passion with Her. 




06 




OUK MOTHER 

E worship a man God. We are in a 
man-governed world. 

When we see the cruelties every- 
where, the hells of hate and nights of 
despair, the heart cries out in its 
anguish, "Oh, for a Mother! a 
Mother!" 

To be even a half orphan is desolation. I love my 
Father. I reverence him. I obey hm. 

But, oh, I want my Mother! my Mother! my 
Mother! I am ahungered for Her love. I am athirst 
for Her smile. I am afamished for Her divine tender- 
ness. Oh, for the peace of Her bosom, and the gentle 
safety of Her everlasting arms! 

And is not God Mother as well as Father? 
He is Love as well as Truth. And the Love of 
Him is the Infinite Motherhood of Him. 

The Divine Being is Man and Woman in the eter- 
nal adoration of each other, begetting and loving their 
children with an Everlasting Love. 

The Divine Love and the Divine Truth are ever 
together in Divine Wisdom. In the rapture of each 
ether they beget a universe; in the holy joys 
of each other they beget their human children. 
And, in pure gladness for their multiplication, they 

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Our Mother 



brood and sustain that which they have begotten, for- 
getting not one of the countless. 

We have been thinking truth about God, having 
creeds and opinions, and all these harsh and dividing 
experiences of our race. 

Let us think love about Him, and we will grow 
loving and brotherly, and the hurt of the race will be 
healed, and the children of men will rejoice in 
their Everlasting Mother. 

Therefore, when thou pray est say: 

Our Mother who art in Our Home Divine; 

We hallow Thy name in our hearts — Thy name 
which is Love Divine. 

Mother our earth into home, knowing no love's lack, 
no truth's scant, but only the fullness of life. 

Mother each need of our life until Home fills our 
hearts with its plenty and peace. 

Love us until we grow white in Thy smile, knowing 
nothing but love. 

Let Thy Mother-Grace glow in our souls until no 
evil can be any more than shadows can gloom out the 
heart of white suns. 

For Thine is its Love Divine, and Thine is its 
Truth Divine, and Thine is the Wisdom Divine, and 
Thine is our Home Divine, and we are Thy Children 
Divine forever and ever, Amen! 



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A GRAIL AFFIKMATION 




ENTERED in the Divine Love for 
being, outraying in the Divine Truth 
for manifestation, I am the uncreate 
of the Divine Wisdom, voicing its 
word create in the Spirit, speaking its 
word create in the flesh. 

I am a word made flesh to dwell 
among men that I discover the truth of myself, to feel* 
it, to think it, to word it, to deed it, to live it, to be 
it, — to vision in it in the Spirit, to actualize in it in 
the Eternity. 

In this truth I afHrm: 

I AM I AM I AM 
Something of me in all this outer natural, the final 
of me in all this inner of the spiritual, I genius my 
mind into truth; I genius my heart into love; I genius 
my consciousness into wisdom; I genius my flesh into 
health; I genius my life into holiness; I genius my 
spirit into beauty; I genius myself into heavens of 
being : 

I AM I AM I AM 




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KINDLY LIGHT 

by JOHN MILTON SCOTT 

A Book of Devotion, Heartening, Harmonizing, 

Peace-Giving. 

In its Third Edition. 

"I want to bear my testimony to the fact that 
from time to time I fairly revel in the delight that 
some of the poems of * Kindly Light* give me. — CcrU 
rude A. Barrett. 

One can not criticise these poems and prayers; 
they are beyond criticism. 1 hey are the whispers 
of the soul in the secret place of the Most High. As 
we listen to them, we find ourselves drawn within the 
most holy place of the temple, and becoming conscious 
of the presence of the Infinite and Divine. — Rev. R. 
Heber Newton, D. D. 

Price, One Dollar. 

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